Elijah knew your voice.
He recognized it the second He heard it.
It wasn’t in the wind that shattered cliffs.
It wasn’t in the earthquake.
It wasn’t even in the fire.
….after the fire, there was a soft whisper. When Elijah heard it, he went out and stood, ready to hear Your voice.
Do I recognize your soft whisper? Do I make the time to hear it? Do I listen only when I like to, listening to some things and blocking your voice out when it is too hard to do?
Whisper. Tune my ears to hear You. Quiet me in your presence. God help me, because I so need to hear that whisper. I need your help to shepherd my little ones. I need your help , your whisper, to show me the way to help serve those around me.
Today I am linking up with Kate Motaung for Five Minute Friday. This is where I join with other writers as we write for 5 minutes, unedited.