Encouragement

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There is a beautiful area I go to spend time pondering the vastness of my heavenly Father. Somehow He just seems more real to me when I am not in some walled up room or building but rather outdoors. Yet even in wide open spaces there are still too many people to distract my attention so when I am really wanting to feel His presence intimately I must push on up a hill until I reach the top.

Most day trekkers don’t come here, just the more adventurous hikers. I don’t consider myself a real hiker by any means but there is just a real hunger to want to go higher. This seems to echo a calling within my heart. In the quietness of the windy breeze blowing on these upper hills I listen for a whisper. I can’t make out the words yet but I know it’s calling me closer.

I love being in this breeze while I close my eyes. Sitting still I tilt my head back to let the sun warm my face and imagine my Father looking down at me. When I long to be touched by His hands I can feel the breeze caress every inch of me and I enjoy the way it blows my hair. Listening carefully I hear the music in the beautiful calls of birds flying to and fro. The grass sways in a rhythm where the stalks are moved to rub against each other, playing a precious song all their own. If I am near a tree, the leaves shake about like tambourines.

It is here I love to listen for His “gentle whisper”.

1 Kings 19:11-12 The Lord said, “Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the Lord, for the Lord is about to pass by.” 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.

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