A Gentle Whisper
“Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress.” – Charles Dickens
A soft breeze;
Flowers budding on a branch;
The rhythm of the water;
Lilacs in spring;
The sun peeking over the horizon.
Gentle whispers surround us to awaken our senses.
Quietly calling us to be carried by the beauty in our midst.
We find ourselves, our very being, when we notice everyday miracles.
“After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper.” – 1 Kings 19:12
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Yes, it seems we’ve been watching for dramatic miracles, while seriously amazing miracles are happening in each moment. I like the word you’ve chosen – whispers.
Absolutely – miracles abound