Where is God?

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Sometimes, when you’re going through difficulties, you can start to wonder. Where is God?

This year, as I’ve battled for my health, I have called out to the Lord, asking for eyes to see, ears to hear and a heart of understanding. I have prayed that I would be able to behold the unseen glories of God. Like the prophet Elisha who, when facing a great army, said this in response to his nervous aide’s question “What shall we do?”

“’Do not fear, for those who are with us are more than those who are with them.’ And Elisha prayed, and said, ‘Lord, I pray, open his eyes that he may see.’ Then the Lord opened the eyes of the young man, and he saw. And behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire all around Elisha.” 2 Kings 6: 16-17

How awesome to know that my God is greater than any foe!  When I cry out to Him, He answers just like Elisa…”Do not fear.”

I only have to be still to recognize God’s presence.

Because, it’s in the stillness where Mary sits at Jesus’ feet, listening to His words, recipient of a gift that “would not be taken away from her.” Luke 10:42

It’s in the quiet, where David writes the 23rd Psalm, recording for all time the beautiful metaphor of the Lord as a Shepherd who “restores my soul”. Psalm 23: 1-6

It’s in the solitary places where Jesus goes to pray, gaining strength to sustain Him in the fulfillment of His earthly mission; “For that is why I have come.” Mark 1: 35-39

It’s where I found myself as I was watching this video of a song by the late Rich Mullins, marveling at the stunning images and lyrics, caught up in the greatness and grandeur of Almighty God.

In the middle of trying circumstances, questions abound; God, where are you? What do I do? 

But when we quiet our souls and find Him in the stillness, there is an abundance of peace.

Where is God? In this holy hush, I see. I hear. I understand.

God is in me, and all around me.

I don’t have to wonder, when His wonders are everywhere.

* I invite you to pause whatever you’re doing and enjoy this time of stillness. I hope you are able to connect with with God. I pray you will hear Him calling out your name, even as you are calling out for Him.

Calling Out Your Name

Well the moon moved past Nebraska
And spilled laughter on them cold Dakota Hills
And angels danced on Jacob’s stairs
Yeah, they danced on Jacob’s stairs
There is this silence in the Badlands
And over Kansas the whole universe was stilled
By the whisper of a prayer
The whisper of a prayer

And a single hawk bursts into flight
And in the east the whole horizon is in flames
I feel thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And I hear the prairies calling out Your name

I can feel the earth tremble
Beneath the rumbling of the buffalo hooves
And the fury in the pheasant’s wings
And there’s fury in a pheasant’s wings
And it tells me the Lord is in His temple
And there is still a faith that can make the mountains move
And a love that can make the heavens ring
And I’ve seen love make heaven ring

Where the sacred rivers meet
Beneath the shadow of the Keeper of the plains
I feel thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And I hear the prairies calling out Your name

From the place where morning gathers
You can look sometimes forever ’til you see
What time may never know
What time may never know
How the Lord takes by its corners this old world
And shakes us forward and shakes us free
To run wild with the hope
To run wild with the hope

The hope that this thirst will not last long
That it will soon drown in a song not sung in vain
And I feel thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And I hear the prairies calling out Your name

And I know this thirst will not last long
That it will soon drown in the song not sung in vain
I feel the thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And with the prairies I am calling out Your name

Finding My Voice

For years I have been attempting to “find my voice” as a writer.

Today, a thought fell into my head as softly as the snow that is falling outside my window.

“What if I have no voice? Or what if it is only the tiniest whisper that no one will ever hear?”

I wonder if my writing is like my speaking voice. My husband calls me the “low talker”, a reference to an old Seinfeld episode that had us howling when we saw it for the first time.

In my defense, I am positive I am not as bad as the aforementioned “low talker” character portrayed on the small screen. She barely moved her lips as I recall. My lips, by comparison, move quite a bit. Just ask the husband who has to endure my epic rants on a daily basis.

Still, the truth is that I have been told I have a quiet voice. I have learned to embrace this about myself, even laugh at it. But I have to admit, it frustrates me to have to keep repeating myself. Sometimes, I feel like I’m screaming! And I still get the puzzled look, the leaning forward, the cupped hand around the ear.

Sigh.

Maybe that is part of my love of writing. I can speak without opening my mouth. I can communicate what has been shut up inside me and articulate thoughts better than my stumbling, half-muted voice could ever hope to express.

And maybe, too, this is why I love winter. Because it brings an unearthly stillness. Life slows and senses are heightened in the noiseless, ear-piercing silence.

Even now, as I open my door to welcome her, the whole wintry world seems to slumber under a gray colored sky. But my heart is stirred, like the wild, whistling wind, as I watch gray sputtering white.

I stand here, frozen in the moment, taking air in my lungs that feels like the warm breath of quiet, heaven-whispered words.

I lean forward, cup hand to ear, and listen. 

I smile because I hear His message loud and clear. You don’t have to scream to be heard.

After all, it is in the Holy Book, through the power of words on a page, that the “still, small voice” of God speaks to me. 
I don’t need to find my voice so much as I need to hear His.

So, my hope and prayer is that I will always seek to find truth and express it the best way I can. Through the words He gives me.

That should speak volumes.