This picture was taken at the top of Mt. Washington in New Hampshire. Oh, how I wished it were me up there! Love & Peace.
“He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart …” Ecclesiastes 3:11 (NIV)
“It is ingrained in us that we have to do exceptional things for God—but we do not. We have to be exceptional in the ordinary things of life, and holy on the ordinary streets, among ordinary people—and this is not learned in five minutes.” Oswald Chambers
“Nature is the living, visible garment of God.” Johann von Goethe
Eye-gate opened to The High and Lifted Up
I reach for His garment in the dawn’s early light
The train of His robe fills this temple of mine
At the threshold of an Alaskan fjord.
*Writing for me becomes a dialogue with the Spirit of God. My heart’s response to scriptures whispering through my spirit. This dialogue flows from Isaiah 6:1: “In the year that king Uzziah died I saw also the Lord sitting upon a throne, high and lifted up, and his train filled the temple.” May the dialogue continue in you… Love & Peace.
“You are a prophet of caves, rocks and deserts”, she states wittingly—my poetic, thought-provoking teacher of all things spiritual. The one who uses extraordinary words like “coruscate” and “obfuscate” and “mercurial” in our ordinary, every-day chats.
Standing still inside myself, I reckon, “It takes one to know one”.
Wilderness wanderers eating the locust and wild honey of life—the revelation of creation that declares the Majesty of God. We give thanks and eat. Our spirits strengthened with each taste.
We reach the top of Maine’s Little Kineo Mountain. Spectacular scene. Bathed in the glorious sunlight above the treetops. Free of a shadowed view. We eat the vision.
And then…something happens.
Although the air is still, a thunderous roar comes from the sky. An intense sound—like that of a jumbo jet engine. Like the sound of a mighty rushing wind. We stand motionless in holy fear as what can only be described as the very presence of God moves upon the mountaintop. Both feel it. Both experience it. Both awe-struck.
Next morning, I search, and He reveals. Kineo, a Greek word meaning to move; to set in motion. Where we get our English word kinetics.
“For in Him we live, and move (kineo) and have our being… “. I recall the Apostle’s words.
Something moved upon us on Mount Kineo that day. Someone moved upon us and within us, and we were moved.
A mountaintop experience–not meant to teach but to transform.
It all becomes clear on the mountain.
Standing still inside myself, I know who I am. Yes, I am a prophet of caves, rocks and deserts. And the mountains.
My iPhone signals. A text message awaits. It’s her. “Have you been to the mountains lately?”
The mountains call and I run.
Have you ever experienced the sounds of silence?
So much pain in the world. We ask the hard questions and … silence.
The silent wilderness seasons of life are hard, but do I make those times harder…than they are meant to be?
During my most troubled times, I am most often without words. I lean hard into my husband’s strong, full-body embrace. And love whispers softly in the silence.
Could the silent answers to life’s hard questions be a means to a greater capacity to lean hard…into Him? And in the leaning, to learn to listen for the all-encompassing whispers of Love?
The ’70’s child in me remembers the song.
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming. And the sign said,
“The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls”
And whispered in the sounds of silence.
Soft whispers; the sounds of silence are all around us…if we would just listen with our eyes.
The sound of soft chimes dancing upon life’s hard winter’s winds. A full-body love embrace in the wilderness stillness.
And in the silence, I begin to reflect His nature and become still. In the silence, I gain a knowing, if only a glimpse, that He is God and I am not.
The tide of the prophet’s words ebbs and flows…
Be still and know that I Am God.
Be still and know that I Am.
Be still and know.
I think maybe I am ready To Be. Entrusted with the sounds of His silence.