God’s voice in the trees…

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I hear the trees.

In the mountains, our home is surrounded by the lush green foliage of pines, oaks, maples and elms. As the wind picks up speed, the trees rustle and move as though God has breathed a sigh and all of nature quivers with joy.

There is a special peace that comes when I take the time to sit and wait for nature’s call to my soul. Absent the cacophonus sounds of city life, there is the melodious chorus of birds, crickets, and the subtle flap of a hummingbird’s wings.

For a minute, my soul is calm and refreshed.

For a minute God speaks and calls to me.

I feel the presence of God and know that love surrounds me. It is the same for you. It only requires a willingness to listen.

Be still and know that He is God.

Let the fields be jubilant, and everything in them; let all the trees of the forest sing for joy. Psalm 96:12

Be still and hear the cicadas…

Be still, and know that I am GodBe still. I’m not good at this.

No matter my supreme efforts, I can’t be still. I have tried many times and I have tried many ways but I am a constant form in motion. It has always been so.

I know this Bible verse is tremendously popular and calls us to action. But it really calls us to inaction. I like the action part better. I like to call to God openly and loudly…just like the cicadas.

In the South, we have a vocal litany that fills the night air comprised of our chatty cicada population who, through song, attempt to reach out to a mate. They are known as the loudest insects on the planet. I believe this. They want to be heard. They make a joyful noise.

And so it is with me. I may not be still but I know God and I know He loves me. I talk to him during my constant movements and I ask His blessings even though I can’t be still and listen for His voice sometimes. But I hear him. I hear Him loud and clear and I long to please God. 

I may move too much. I may not be still. But, I move forward and press on to reach a Father who loves me just the way I am. The great “I AM.”