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Whoooosh! I could hear the wind rushing through the mountain gorge. Mighty gusts whipped my hair in all directions as I sat quietly on a wide cliff ledge about 30 feet up the mountain. This was my favorite place to come to be alone – my little sanctuary. The small cave behind me and the ledge where I now sat were the perfect area to pray and spend undisturbed time with the Lord. This was where I felt the closest to God. Out amongst nature, away from the 100 mile-per-hour rat race of the world, this was my doorway to His throne room.
But today I felt as restless as the wind about me, and as melancholy and despondent as the gray clouds above. My thoughts rushed through my brain with great speed and force with no determined destination.
Why Lord? I silently asked. Why can’t I find a guy who shares my Christian values? It was more of a petition than a doubt.
It’s just that no one seems to be as committed to You as I am. Some say that they’re Christians but they live the same way that the world does. Is there really anyone out there who I’ll be able to share my life with?
Gentle thunder rolled from darkening clouds. It was definitely looking as though it would storm, but I didn’t care. My cave would serve for shelter if it got too bad. For now I needed more than anything to speak with the Lord.
It’s just so discouraging! I’m content to serve You alone, Lord, but it would be nice to know that there are other young people on this earth who desire to serve You.
Lightning flashed across the sky and a sudden mist of rain began to fall. I closed my eyes and lifted my face to the heavens, allowing the soothing rain to wash away some of my frustration. Gradually it grew faster and harder until it was pouring down in sheets. It might have been smarter to take cover in the cave, but instead I stayed there in the center of the ledge, stretching my arms out to my sides with palms up, as if embracing the downpour. My thoughts begged for comfort.
God, what do I do? How can I minister to rebellious kids my age if they will not listen? Most people in their late teens and early twenties want nothing to do with You. All they care about is “living it up” and wasting their youth on their own selfish desires. How can I show them that there’s a better way to live? And how can I ever expect to find a young man who respects and loves me because of my love for You?
The wind and rain were so heavy now that I almost feared they would fling me off the edge of the cliff. I turned around on my hands and knees and began crawling towards the cave, realizing that it was too dangerous to stay on the ledge any longer. Suddenly, I heard a rumbling and the mountain shook beneath my soaked body. The jolt threw me onto my stomach.
What was that? An earthquake? I hope it was only a single tremor. Lord, please protect me up here!
And then as quickly as it had come, the storm almost instantly died down. The rain tapered off to a gentle sprinkle, and the roaring wind was no more than a placid breeze. A breeze that almost seemed to whisper, “shhhh.”
A whisper. . .
God, did you do that on purpose?
The answer resonated in my heart:
“Yes, my child. I want you to remember to be still – to stop worrying and know that I am God. I am still in complete control of the world even though it may seem that my servants are few. It is true; you are in a minority of sincere Christ-followers, my daughter. But you are not alone. There are thousands of young people on this earth who refuse to be bound by the world’s standards. Like a small breeze amongst the many storms of the world, you may not always notice them, but they are there. Keep trusting me . . . keep listening to My voice and you will see.
I rose slowly to my feet and glanced out over the rain-refreshed mountain valley. Blowing softly through it was a still, whispering breeze.
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