Then he was told, “Go, stand on the mountain at attention before God. God will pass by.” A hurricane wind ripped through the mountains and shattered the rocks before God, but God wasn’t to be found in the wind; after the wind an earthquake, but God wasn’t in the earthquake; and after the earthquake fire, but God wasn’t in the fire; and after the fire a gentle and quiet whisper. When Elijah heard the quiet voice, he muffled his face with his great cloak, went to the mouth of the cave, and stood there. A quiet voice asked, “So Elijah, now tell me, what are you doing here?” //1 Kings 19:11-14
It is in the quiet, the stillness of my searching soul, where I will meet and commune with God. It is beyond the rushing, the chaos, and busyness. The striving, the white-noise that I fill in my loneliness. Like a dirty garment, they have to be cast aside. Sloughing off the distractions, the constant need to be connected to everything and everyone. My soul yearns for this quiet place yet I sometimes do not know how to slow my pace. I expect the Lord to keep in step with my schedule. I expect him to meet me in the noise and clamor I stir up like dust as I rush through life. Yet he gently, lovingly leads me away from it all. Beckoning me to step away for just a moment and breathe in the grace of his goodness as the restlessness and churning settles. It is only here where true peace is found. To be still and know him more.
In the whisper, the hushed voice of the spirit, I hear him say, “So Becki, now tell me, what are you doing here?”
Oh Lord, I want to simply sit at your feet. To be near you. That is all.
His sweet presence alone speaks to the deepest corners of my soul. His direction and clarity revives my understanding of his purpose for me. His love emboldens and renews as he aligns my heart with his.