You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up…to more than I can be.
~Josh Groban, American singer and songwriter
There is a peacefulness in a gray, cloudy day. The air, normally charged with energy from the sun, loses its intensity and floats lightly on the gentle wings of tranquil contentment. Noises are quieter and more mellow under lowering, billowy clouds not angry with the fury of storms. My steps are slower, less urgent, as I move on the footpaths of the routine daily tasks before me. Pushing up from deep within a still, small voice, often neglected, is more audible in the day’s silences. It speaks of matters of the heart and the spirit, never of worldly affairs, nor greed, nor lust, nor gain in this world of men and madness. Instead the voice nudges me to be in active pursuit of His plans for my life, not in the grand designs of my own folly. It tries to keep me from complacency hiding under the guise of ignorance and brings light into dark places where I’m to face bigger issues that I often would rather ignore because it’s so much easier to do so. The voice is not, however, a judgmental one; it is instead an encouraging, affirming agent that lifts me up on high, sacred ground.
“And after the earthquake, a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.” 1 Kings 19:12 ✝
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Outstanding ~ I loved this Longfellow poetry citation ! I love gray days, too; almost a whisper-like tendency~ don’t you think? Faithfully Debbie
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Oh man I wish I’d thought of that expression, whisper-like-tendency.
I love gray days too, and I adore the rain. We’ve been a severe drought during most of the last 5 or more years, and I sometimes think, I’ll go nuts if we don’t get rain. Something about it feeds my soul and spirit. Blessings, sweet Debbie. Natalie 🙂
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Yes, the world is filled with entirely too much noise and a gray day tempers the sounds around us. Noise and activity tends to command most of our lives, yet a dreary day allows the time to spend in silence and stillness.
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Indeed it is filled with way, way, way too much noise and clatter. Like you I love the delicious silences and stillnesses of gray, cloudy day. A rainy day equally yummy for me. Blessings, Natalie 🙂
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Natalie, I like how you described the gentleness with which our Father speaks to us. Lambs are not very clever and frighten so easily – I need a gentle Shepherd. This post is a delight and a respite… as always.
Blessings ~ Wendy
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I need a gentle Shepherd too, Wendy, and am also glad we have a patient, gentle Father. I’m glad you liked my post. Have a blessed and restful Sabbath. Natalie 🙂
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I love Josh Groban’s song and enjoyed your post; thank you.
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Thanks for visiting my blog. I’m so glad you liked my post. I hope you’ll come back again. Blessings, Natalie
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Beautiful quotes, Natalie. Both Longfellow and Josh Groban. And a delightful, inspiring message from you. ~ Amelia 🙂
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Bless your heart. You are on a roll today. 🙂
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🙂 🙂
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