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The small things

God is in the small things.

1 Kings 19:11; So He said, “Go forth and stand on the mountain before the Lord.” And behold, the Lord was passing by! And a great and strong wind was rending the mountains and breaking 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.
1 Kings 19:12; After the earthquake a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire; and after the fire a sound of a gentle blowing.
1 Kings 19:13; When Elijah heard it, he wrapped his face in his mantle and went out and stood in the entrance of the cave. And behold, a voice came to him and said, “What are you doing here, Elijah?”

There was a strong wind, strong enough to break mountains and rocks. But the Lord wasn't in that wind.
There was an earthquake, but the Lord wasn't in that earthquake.
There was a fire, but the Lord wasn't in that fire.

Finally... a gentle blowing, a still small voice. That's where the Lord was.


I went with a friend and his daughter to a acapella/solo singing competition a few days ago.
There were about two dozen young girls that competed there. They were all pretty good in my opinion.
But of course, there can only be one winner.
It was a nice spring day, about 70 degrees, the sun was shining, there was a gentle breeze.
After it was over, I went out and sat in my car for a while. The windows were down, and in the distance
I could hear a lot of things... planes flying, boats cruising by, conversations between some of the contestants
of the singing contest, some were sad because they didn't do better, others were angry because they should have
been picked by the judges over some of the other contestants, and some simply talked about the girl who won
and what a great job she did. While all this noise was going on... it dawned on me... a bird was chirping
in the background. Barely audible at first, but as I focused in on it, it got louder. I never did see the
bird it was coming from, but the song the bird was singing was beautiful, (It has been said even nature
worships the Lord) as I sat there and listened to the bird, I thought about getting out and walking up to
some of the people having conversations around me, and asking them.... "Do you hear it?" They probably would
have looked at me funny and said "Do I hear what?" What are you talking about?

Sometimes we are so caught up in where we are right now. How we did in the contest of today that is simply
called life. We should have done this, or we should have done that better or different, we get a text message,
we get a phone call. The chores need to be done, I need to hurry off to school, or off to work. The noise of
life drowns out the still small voice. It's there if you are listening for it. Can you hear it?
That's where the Lord is a lot of the time.


We live in a fast paced life in a fast paced world. It seems sitting down and having dinner together is no
longer about conversation anymore. Even dinner is often "fast food" or "microwave pizza". There's nothing wrong
with that, but everything is just a hurried blur. We don't have time for conversations anymore. Everything is
quick text message here, a quick facebook post there, even those conversations usually use abbreviated words
like "NICE 2 C U" or "AFK B BAK LTR". We often can't even have dinner with our family without everyone
bringing their cell phones to the table. We don't even look at one another anymore. We don't even really listen
to one another anymore. We've forgotten how to be still and listen with our hearts. To God. To each other.

Even when we pray... it's rushed out the door, or in the car on the way to work. OK, God you got 10 seconds,
here's my list for today. Here's what I need you to do for me.

Then we wonder.... why didn't God answer my prayers today? Why didn't He tell me what I should have done in
this situation. Could it be... we were so busy rushing out the door, that we didn't hear that still small voice?

Often... God is in the small things.