God was not in the mighty wind; He was not in the earthquake, and He was also not in the fire. When it was quiet, He spoke in a still, small voice. In a gentle whisper.
Writing out those three things, I feel as if we have faced those this year. A powerful wind that blew things around. An earthquake that shook what seemed stable and changed the ground we stand on. A fire that burnt.
But God waited. Then in the quietness, He spoke in a gentle whisper.
Now, with my heart quietening before God, I am beginning to hear that gentle whisper, that quiet, still voice that I know is God speaking.
Let me listen and then I will share some of what I am learning.