One of my favorite memories of my older niece and nephew is when they were little ones and the hubby and I went for a visit. It was approaching time for them to go to sleep, but both of them were up on the bed with Danny. They adored their Uncle Danny because he always found some game to play with them. That night, he was playing Elvis and singing “Did you ever have one of those days…”
“Did you ever…” giggles
“Did you ever get…” more giggles
“Did you ever get one…” shrieks of laughter
“Did you ever get one of them days…” they were howling with delight and Danny made his hands into claws and tickled them until they were crying.
“Again, Uncle Danny! Again!”
It went on like that for quite a while. They were so hyped up that we virtually couldn’t get them to sleep. Especially my nephew. Corey fought sleep ALL THE TIME as a child. He got fussy and whiney and such a handful. He was almost impossible to deal with when he was like that.
His sister, Antonia was a little different. When she was tired, she put her fingers in her mouth, crawled up in someone’s lap, and fell peacefully to sleep no matter how excited she got.
I’ll be honest, Corey’s a lot like me. Falling to sleep has never been easy for me. My mind is always whirling, always running through perambulations, always working me up into anxiety over things I need to do.
The world is busy. I mean busy. We are always doing something. We’re connected virtually 24-7. Connected with work. Connected with friends. Connected with enemies. Almost always tethered by the little mini-computer in our pockets.
Are you as exhausted as I am?
And yet we fight rest. We rebel against peace.
In 1 Kings chapter 18 the prophet Elijah defeats followers of the false god Baal and reveals God’s power to the Israelites. After the false prophets are killed Jezebel threatens Elijah and he becomes afraid for his life and runs off into the desert. And there be begins to cry out to God. Or, maybe more correctly, he whines…
“I have been very zealous for the LORD God Almighty. The Israelites have rejected your covenant, broken down your altars, and put your prophets to death with the sword. I am the only one left, and now they are trying to kill me too.”1 King 19:10
Then God tells Elijah to go out onto the mountain and wait because he’s “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.“1 Kings 19:11-12
Throughout the Old Testament, there are stories about God appearing in the wind, in the rattle of the earth, in fire. But in that instance, when Elijah was so hyped up that all he could do was cry and whine and feel sorry for himself, the Lord came in a gentle whisper.
“And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”Phil. 4:7
As a romance writer, I know that any good story needs an inciting incident. A problem or challenge that upsets the balance of the world for the main characters. Then along the way, there are all of these turning points and rises of action that keep the story moving, usually with lots of angst and drama.
But in between, especially in a romance story, there must be those moments of intimacy. Long talks and sweet gestures and expressions of love. Because every good love story needs… love.
And our story is no different. Yes, there are big things that happen all the time. There are heartaches. There are devastating challenges. There are things that scare the heck out of us. And most of the time we’re really good at asking for prayers for those things. And we’re really good about remembering our friends in our own prayers when we know they’re going through something difficult.
But the quiet moments are important too.
The moments when we stop to watch a beautiful sunset… “Thank you, Lord..”
Or moments when we watch the peaceful sweet face of a sleeping baby… “Thank you, Jesus.”
Or when a stranger offers a smile as we pass them on the street, “I know that’s you, Father God.”
Or the silence of standing under a midnight sky with a blanket of breathtaking stars, “Thank you for being with me, God.”
There are times when we need to recharge by just breathing Him. Just settling in with our Father and letting him love on us, in quiet whispers.
Dear Father God,
Thank you for offering me the whispering moments. Help me Lord to let go of the noise, to silence the static, to listen just for you. Speak to me, give me the peace that can only be had when I’m wrapped up in you. Let me breathe with You, Jesus when life makes it hard to catch my breath. You are my salvation and you are the gentle whisper that brings me rest.
In Your precious name,