Quiet has its own rhythm. The silence
of the house. The soundless look of love your baby passes your way.
The way spaghetti boils on the stove and the casserole cooks in the
oven.
Trees grow and flowers grow and to my
husband's dismay, grass grows all too quickly. Sun shines and rain
sprinkles. Even children playing far off in the distance on their
favorite playground swing has a silent rhythm. A quiet joy that
tickles your heart and brings a smile to your face. To your soul.
Silence is a priceless sound that many
do not take note of. Jesus often wanted to leave the multitude to
catch “His breath,” if you will. He needed a quiet reprieve with
His heavenly Father in between His compassionate healings of all
mankind.
His hugs to us come in silence. He
directs His still small voice as He points us to the “hug” our
heart's needed in that very moment. A beautiful thought. A gorgeous
picture. A view from up above. All that whisper to our heart the
sweet sound of His love.
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Stehekin, WA (2010) |
2 comments:
Love this!
Hi Cassandra,
Nice to "meet" you via FMF...love that picture of how God hugs us and shows beauty in silence :) Thanks for visiting my blog :)
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