Sometimes we don’t make it to the remote in time to silence the tragedies, giving a moment for the world’s monsters to prey on little ears. Boston, Texas, car accidents, poisoned envelopes. Days like these burrow into our skin, Sending pricks and stings to frame our attitude.
Noah mows down the landscaping with little feet like a fierce motor, collecting rocks to fill his pockets and dirt to fill every crevice he can find. It’s his frosting in a world waiting to be dressed with his experiments.
A fierce wind exposed his mischievous nature – rocks were propelled into the neighbor’s yard.
“Don’t ever throw things over the fence – you might hurt someone!”
His head sank while his upper lip resumed its pout position. “Kay, Mommy.”
Pockets get an inspection before going into the washer. Take out the rocks, wash away the dirt, and invest in prayer. Lord, let him hear you above the wind.
Ghosts of terror fill the living room again as we sit inside. The glow from the TV paints us in its fear-song.
Some people cry out, “Where is God in all of this?” Others can’t find Him in a world full of hurt and ugliness so they turn their back on His existence.
Can a world that has rejected God learn recognize His voice again?
Most of the time He can be heard in moments of grace.
“Mommy, There’s something in my pocket for you.” Noah shows me his little smile after the news blasts its latest fear alert and I’m wondering what kind of trick he’s playing on me. I switch to a cartoon and reach into his cargo pocket only to grasp nothing.
“What is it, Noah? I can’t find it.”
He smiles again and tells me in his sugary sweet voice, “It’s a kiss.”
And Mommy melts.
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. 12 After the earthquake came a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. 13 When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave. 1 Kings 19:11-13
God is in the compassion of rescuers, volunteers, and all those who bring forth goodness in the midst of evil.
He is the root of love, although you have to stop and let that sink in past the smoke and debris, deep inside to where he knit His signature into your DNA and realize that evil is not sovereign.
And it will never be as powerful as a pocket full of grace.
How do you recognize God’s voice? Does He speak to you through other people or in unusual ways? I love hearing from you!