Alone With the Heart of God
I trudged through knee-deep snow in the barren field as absolute silence filled the air. Looking up, overcast skies sent messages of gloom and foreboding thoughts emerged. Walking, I walked for miles on end opening my mouth to the flurries in the air. Trudging through snow I went mile after mile clearing my head.
The beauty of snow is unrivaled. The silence, unmatched. Being alone at moments like these are sacred. One can almost hear the beating of God’s heart and the murmurs of His breath. It whispers through the flurries. It bites your face. It surrounds you as He cradles you in His quietness. How lovely his ways. How lovely His voice.
“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” (1Kings 19:11, 12).