"God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: it is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world." C.S. Lewis
Though I don't ask for pain, it awakens my senses like nothing else can. I have known this before. Now I live it again.
I see the spoon God offers me. I put it to my lips reluctantly and wonder, "Can I really swallow this strong tonic? Or will it kill me?" I don't know if I can withstand this pain.
I am weak and too often buried under my circumstances. I have swam in the torrent of my own tears. I've been captive of fear, prisoner of panic, slave of self-pity.
"Lord, I believe! Help Thou my unbelief! Though you slay me, I will trust in You." Tentative, I open my mouth to take it all in. My unbelief lingers. I expect to sputter out a "Marah".
But instead I taste honey. And it is good. Not because it cures me. Not because I suddenly feel no pain. It is good because it is wakes me up to God near, nearer than ever before. He's everywhere. His goodness, His mercy, His grace, His love, His comfort.
Do you think God is shouting? Or am I just FINALLY listening?
Continuing the count:
997. MSDo you think God is shouting? Or am I just FINALLY listening?
Continuing the count:
1026. Jesus! Hope!
1064. Driftwood cross
1099. All for His glory
1100. All for my good
1111. Budding trees
1116. Laughing until you cry - twice in one day!
1129. Heart groaning
1130. Redemption coming
1165. God's friend
1174. Gentle breezes
1206. Birdsong
1212. God shouting