Quiet? Me? I can’t imagine that word has ever been used to describe me. My husband has even declared my bloodline as being the Loud Family.
Our voices raise with vigor and conviction over everyday matters and escalate when story-telling, aiming for a conclusion that results in raucous laughter.
My mama, brother and aunt aren’t physically capable of a whisper. Which could be why there are few secrets in our family.
When words aren’t spilling from my mouth they are swirling in my head, sometimes at ridiculous hours and they are the hardest words to quiet. to shut
Quiet? It is not a word synonymous with McFarland or anyone having a drop of that blood in their veins.
There is relative quiet in this moment. A distant hum of traffic and the washing machine, my fingers pecking the keyboard…the day is coming alive but for now, a gentle stillness before the sun breaks through the clouds.
I like this. It is a side few people see or associate with me but I need the space that quiet allows. If only to let it revive me. To let words from others into my mind, words I believe God uses to prick my heart, provide new insight, calm my anxious heart. I can make this challenging for Him. I can keep the noise going and drowns out the “still, small voice” that begs me to listen.
I reckon this will be the go-to verse for today’s writing prompt. Mine will not be the first place to you see it. It was a Third Day song from long ago I remember, singing about the voice of God that doesn’t come in fire and wind, doesn’t come in a shout but in the whisper.
1st Kings 19:11-12 tells us from the Message paraphrase:
Then he was told, “Go, stand on the mountain at attention before God. God will pass by.”
A hurricane wind ripped through the mountains and shattered the rocks before God, but God wasn’t to be found in the wind; after the wind an earthquake, but God wasn’t in the earthquake; and after the earthquake fire, but God wasn’t in the fire; and after the fire a gentle and quiet whisper.
Some days there are competing voices vying for consideration. Is it the loudest who gains my attention? Or is the important? Is it the proverbial squeaky wheel or the Voice of one calling softly and tenderly, my name?
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