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 ✝