Not so much as a whisper. It’s what I feel deep in the most hidden places of my soul tonight. That silence that falls before the shout, the quiet before the storm. I walked today like a woman on the edge of something about to happen, but I don’t have a vision for it yet. I’m being kept in the silence and the waiting and the whispering, waiting for the moment when God reveals what He’s prepared and says “shout!”
Today? Oh it was a hard day. One I made through on the hope of prayers lifted by friends around the country. Ones who sent messages to check in, not knowing exactly why, not knowing the battle that was being waged in my spirit. I write these words exhausted and wrung out, but grateful for a mind and heart at peace once again. With the whisper of a prayer Voxer, phone call, Facebook – the glory of social media for good, I’m still standing.
Silence > Whisper > Shout.
In this season of silence, I choose to listen for the next step. Silence > Whisper > Shout. God going before me, leading the way as He did for Joshua. And on the day when He says it’s time for a “thunderclap shout,” I’ll be ready. So I’m waiting. Listening.
Know He is God.
The Lord your God will fight for you.
He is in the quiet whispers.