Intro
Some words are whispers.
They arrive like a soft wind,
barely enough to stir the page—
but they still change the silence.
Unseen But Heard
Faith is not always thunder.
Sometimes it hides in the quiet nod,
the prayer no one else will hear,
the obedience that costs you everything
yet earns no applause.
We spend our days chasing noise,
forgetting God has always spoken
in burning bushes and still, small voices.
The louder the world gets,
the easier it is to miss Him.
But silence is not the absence of God.
It is often the place where He waits.
The pause before the miracle.
The breath before the answer.
The stillness that breaks chains
without anyone noticing.
Outro
Listen for the softest sound.
It may be the very place
God has been speaking all along.
“…God has always spoken
in burning bushes and still, small voices.”
Such a beautiful line
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