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Topic: Whispers (01/26/04)

TITLE: Whispers
By Trudy Orzio



When I was a little girl I was very insecure. I remember walking up to a group of whispering girls on the play ground all huddled together giggling with their hands cupped bridging their mouth to the others ear. Somehow I always felt sure they were whispering about me. I never felt like I belonged. An outsider, different from the rest, I liked to play alone but it would have been nice to have a group of friends I could whisper to.
When I was in High School a visibly slow boy came to our school. He was over weight and had very thick glasses. He also wore a strange expression on his face that looked like he smelled something putrid. If that wasnít enough his last name was one of those that made anyone giggle. This all made him a very easy target of tormenting ridicule.
He was in my choir class so I at last had someone I could ridicule with a group, but I couldnít do it. I had a hard time hearing all the cruel things said about him and tried to abate it. At one time I was at risk for making him think I was his girl friend because I was so nice to him. I just wanted him to know that not everyone was against him. I didnít want him to feel like I had felt so many times. I had been so lonely until the summer before that school year began

That was the summer I had found an inner peace and joy. It came from seeing a bigger picture and having a larger purpose than being popular. I had had a spiritual encounter of the grandest kind that summer at camp. I met the Lord Jesus through one of my teachers. She shared Gods love for me. I knew that Jesus had died for me. I knew I needed Him to save me from my sins and had accepted Him as my Savior but I didnít know I could know Him personally.
She showed me in the Bible that Jesus said His sheep listened to His voice; and that He knows them, and they follow Him. I told her that I wanted to know His voice. I wanted to know Him.
She told me about Elijah, how he went up to the mountain and called out to God to hear Him. Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake after the earthquake came a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper.
She told me that I must hear God in a gentle whisper.
ďHere I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me,Ē she showed me in Revelations, a book of the Bible.
I began to hear God after that as I read his Word and prayed. I knew I was not alone anymore. I wanted every one to know about His love and shared it with as many people who would listen.
When I walked near a group of whispers even if I knew they were talking about me it didnít matter. Jesus was with me and I knew I was accepted by Him

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L.M. Lee02/06/04
what a kind and loving story about someone really caring for someone.