The Soft Whisper
Like Elijah, I’ve heard the soft whisper of God come when I’ve decided to hold up in my own darkened caves. One has to get used to stillness and quiet to allow God to speak sometimes.
Like Elijah, I’ve heard the soft whisper of God come when I’ve decided to hold up in my own darkened caves. One has to get used to stillness and quiet to allow God to speak sometimes.
I bet every ounce of tear-dropped strength of all the grief and pain was driven down like a hammer as Elisha struck the water, “Where is the God of Elijah?”
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly