When His breath leaves heaven, stars become brighter, human hearts grow lighter, leaving us in awe and wonder. I will not. I shall not. Ever forget His voice in my ears. Oh how I long to hear Him, even now.
Because I cannot hear him, I shall not assume He is not speaking.
Sometimes in our over-stretching and aggravated reaching, we miss the whispers.
For His still, small voice is in us.
A beautiful sister in Christ reminded me of that. Thank you, Kathy Wire.
“I have told you these things so that you will not fall away” (John 16:1).
Yes, Jesus, we can hear You. You do not want us to follow the darkness. What else, Lord?
“I still have much to tell you, but you cannot yet bear to hear it” (John 16:12).
“He will glorify Me by taking what is Mine and disclosing it to you” (John 16:14).
Oh Lord, may we find a quiet place, that which is tucked away from the hustle and bustle. The holiday is much busy work when You call us to be still.
Whispers of Bethlehem are ever-around. Our Lord desires to communicate with us. Jesus made sure to speak to His disciples and others He ministered to while on earth. Forever giving gifts, He imparted the Holy Spirit to take residence in our hearts, in the very unreachable depths of our souls. He, the Holy Spirit, is our life-line, our connection to the Father and the Son.
When breath leaves heaven, Holy Spirit knows and obeys God’s plan to share it with us or withhold it from us, if our Father determines we cannot yet bear it.
As we gingerly walk to the stable over the next four weeks, let us be determined to pause each day to be silent. In so doing, may the Lord make the moments with Him sacred, whispering what He knows our hearts need to hear. For some are in a season of loss, some are in a season of searching, still some are waiting for His promise to come to its fullness.
The coming of the victorious Jesus was a promise made in Genesis 3:15. So many then, and so many even now, don’t hear God’s wonderful love story of redemption. Rather their ears tune to sin, judgment and hell. Though the latter are part of His story, it is not His heart to lose any of His children. For He forsook His own Son so that we may come to Him afresh each morning, trusting and believing He wants us.
Yes, Lord, we long to hear Your whispers to grow our faith, to comfort our wounds, to remember Your promise in coming then was, at least in part, to grow our hope until You come again.
The Advent Season is upon us. I thank all who are following here, those who read and take time to comment. I am choosing to write through this season, to help me, and prayerfully you, be still in a sacred pause before the Lord.
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If you need prayer this season, please feel free to email me at firstname.lastname@example.org. All prayer requests are kept confidential.
Love in Christ,