Our hearts long to know we’re not alone.
Someone out there cares.
We are more than a number.
We count. We matter.
And we matter most of all to God.
He is continually speaking to us. Eager to gain our listening ear.
God is desirous to impart the wild Love of His heart, the wisdom of His ways and the awesome revelation of His grace.
He longs for us to make room for His voice in our lives.
[bctt tweet=”In the quiet chambers of our hearts we can hear holy whispers if we pause to listen”]
Sense the divine Presence, His soft footsteps.
God’s voice is a gentle whisper; He doesn’t scream or shout to gain our attention.
Although the cross was a megaphone to rouse a deaf world.
A necessary breaking through our spiritually sleeping state, an invasion of God’s grace.
And now? It’s mainly through Jesus that we hear Him, through His Word written and made flesh as God Incarnate manifest.
It’s in attentive listening. In deliberately turning off and away from the world’s noise.
[bctt tweet=”It’s in the daily that we hear God. In creation’s breathed out beauty, in life’s thrum “]
And in its daily heartbeat where we learn to awaken to the whisper of His Presence.
Awakening to the whisper…
I sense a whisper
and I strain to listen because
it’s falling soft as heaven’s breath
warm as Love’s caress
refreshing drop of rain from
heart to heart is calling.
Whether it’s sweet encouragement,
comfort or challenge, revealing
our position in grace with loving
admonition bringing inner
healing, there’s no alteration
from the calm manner in
which it is gently given.
It’s not my outer ear
where the whisper is received
but deeper in my spirit
where I will pay it heed.
Sometimes a whisper will arrive
by the perusal of Your word
when I sense a leaping
in my heart where these things
are usually stirred.
At other times I wait with great
anticipation while in prayer
knowing something relevant
to my situation is what You
so often long to share.
However the whisper of Your voice
reaches me, I desire to hear each word
that’s given and I write it down
eagerly, to be seen and heard
again for future help in living.
Very often I have found
a whisper makes a louder
sound as it resonates within
like leaven, becoming bread
to share as gift of manna
with sister and with brother
like dewdrops from heaven.
With today’s poetic offering we’ve reached day 26 of write-31-days with five-minute-free-writes for the month of October. It has been quite an adventure of faith to see how God has inspired, equipped and enabled me to write more than usual. I’m so thankful for His grace and for you being here too. Bless you for reading, friend! 🙂