And he said, Go forth, and stand upon the mount before the Lord. And behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake: and after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice. And it was so, when Elijah heard it, that he wrapped his face in his mantle, and went out, and stood in the entering in of the cave. And, behold, there came a voice unto him, and said, What doest thou here Elijah?This passage has stuck with me throughout the last few weeks. If has me thinking about how often we expect God to come like a hurricane wind or earthquake or the fire... but He is often that whisper. It's almost as if the scripture is warning us not to miss who God is while focusing on what we think He should be.
[1 Kings 19:11-13]
I love the idea of God as a whisper. And I love that He is also that great storm. Thinking of God as having both of these qualities really gives a clearer picture. He is the kind, comforting, inviting God who sees me. He is the hurricane, the earthquake, the pillar of fire - the Mighty God. He is the beginning and end of everything there is and the sustainer of life. He is the protector and provider. The builder and the breaker. He is all these things, but still bends low to hear me. He numbers the hairs on my head and knows my deepest hopes. This is my God.