Who is it that whispers so quietly in the wilderness of my soul? Who is it that sends His roots into the core of my being?
Be still my soul, that I may listen closer still to what the whisperer says!
May 2021 be the year where you can still your soul until only His whispers filter through to your wilderness of His creation.
Listen to His whispers:
In the beat of a butterfly’s wings.
In the hum of the wind through a thistle’s seeds.
In the footsteps of the millipede as it walks across the moss.
Still my soul to hear these whispers.
2021 is a year to be so still that we hear every word of His and His vision for us! Whispers that are the silent, suffering cry of the wooden remains of Christ’s cross. Whispers of a “voice that cries in the wilderness,” through the masked plea of a people in need of fellowship. People who need to be bound in the ‘fellowship of a whisper’ – His whisper. So that we may grow roots together in the soil of His Word!
In the year ahead may His cross be at the core of your being as it is in His creation. May His Peace be with you through all the days that lie ahead. May His love permeate your life and may His Grace be enough for all that you seek.
