“And he said, Go forth, and stand upon the mount before the LORD. And, behold the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the LORD; but the LORD was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the LORD was not in the earthquake: And after the earthquake a fire; but the LORD was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice. And it was so, when Elijah heard it, that he wrapped his face in his mantle, and went out, and stood in the entering in of the cave. And, behold, there came a voice unto him, and said, What doest thou here, Elijah? (I Kings 19:11-13)
Even though Elijah was in a depressed state, the still small voice brought strength to him. God told Elijah to come out of the cave and stand before Him. It is worthwhile to note here that God IS light. He does not dwell in the shadows. When Elijah came out of the cave, he spoke to God about all his failings. We can’t really know what God is telling us if we just concentrate on our own faults and misery. We need to step into the light and bask in it for awhile. We need to LISTEN.
Perhaps we need to find a quiet place so we can hear Him better. And then when we are in that state of listening for His voice, we can hear the whisper – the still small voice. Not the fierce wind. Nor the horrible earthquake. Not even the fire. Elijah knew God was in the still small voice, and when he got himself together, he listened to it.
When you hear the still small voice and the holy spirit enters into your heart, do you doubt? Or do you humble yourself and listen to His wisdom? Do you break out in song or joy? One thing is probably for sure. You don’t go back into that cave where it is dark and shadowy, do you?
The inspirational song, MORNING HAS BROKEN, reminds us that we need to walk in the light: “Morning has broken, like the first morning. Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird. Praise for the singing, praise for the morning. Praise for the springing fresh from the word. Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven. Like the first dewfall, on the first grass. Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden, sprung in completeness where His feet pass. Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning. Born of the one light, Eden saw play. Praise with elation, praise every morning. God’s recreation of the new day.”
Let’s take the high road where the sun shines through. Let’s be proactive in our faith and search for God. Then when we find Him, in the sweet garden or on our knees, let’s listen carefully to His still small voice.