by Marcie Bridges, @Marcie_Bridges
Is it an opening or a closing line? I don’t know yet, but if I don’t write it down, I’ll lose it.
So here it is:
After the thunder and the earthquake came a still small voice. In the garden His voice was like breathing—just a breeze passing by. Can you imagine it as a soft swish-swish? I can.
Be still and listen and know
Trust in His everlasting arms
Rest in the cradle of His hands
Be still and feel His love, peace and Presence.
~Marcell Warner Bridges
©28, May 2016
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Hush. (He interrupted.)
“But Lord, I need to decorate and get a tree. I need to be cleaning my house and editing. I need…”
Hush. Hush my child. Your mind is consumed with too many things. Just rest.
Cool air like a feather floating on the wind brushed past my face. Slowly I sank into a quiet slumber.
As I woke up, my heart peaceful, I heard it once again within my inner soul:
came the voice I’d heard so softly in my sleep
Be still and know. Just trust. I am here.
What does God’s voice sound like to you?
"Swish, swish, hush," – love this auditory interpretation of God's whisper, Marcie. You have reminded me to listen for His still, small voice speaking to me.
He's here just waiting for us to come to Him. I'm so grateful for His still small voice in my noisy world. Many blessings to you also Martha 🙂
Oh Marcie! This is wonderful. It reaches deep places in my heart. Thank you so very much. I love you.
I love you too Nan. Isn't God good? 🙂
Thank you so much Shirley for stopping by. 🙂