We often attribute, expect, or imagine, God to show up in "big" ways. But, instead, He whispers and He nudges. He prods and He caresses with the tenderness of a mother. This big God shows up in small ways...
What is the real definition of "big" anyway?
When people who love God tell me they don't hear the Spirit's voice regularly, I just assume... I am quite certain, actually... that they simply need to change their definition of His voice. Often, we think it should look this way... the thunder, the lightening, the earthquake and the wind; but, instead, He whispers. Or, when we do "hear" Him, we call it something else, or don't understand what we are hearing (Act 22:9). We call His whispers, His nudges something else ... "the sermon", the friend's "words", or the "worship song", or the book I am reading, or my child's probing questions. Could these, too, be Him nudging, His voice? Could this be His tender voice hidden in small places, those quiet corners?
My life is small. ...very small, actually. I am an ordinary person, with every-day struggles. But, He shows up every day in small places-- my small places.
He whispers His love into dark, dusty corners. He did this in me. He keeps doing this in me. He entered in and now He keeps expanding me. He is making me big. He enlarges my soul and my mind. He equips me to be something way-beyond, exceedingly beyond, ordinary! He makes me His girl, His daughter! In Him, I have become a daughter of the King of Heaven.
Every day He sees me and adores me and speaks to me in this quiet little town, while I sit in my small armchair, thinking my random, tiny thoughts...
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| ...one of my small places... |
When I intercede for big places, ...Afghanistan, India, China, or America... I like to imagine my Father at work in those small places. ...I like to imagine His Spirit whispering kindly into those tiny, ordinary, unseen people. I like to ask Him to show up in that widow's dirty, cluttered living room. Or, that tavern. Or, that sweat shop--- in that hard working man, or ill-treated child. Or, that dusty, small corner apartment bedroom, work cubical or classroom. I believe He is whispering under that black veil, into the heart of that small woman drinking tea.
I believe He sees. He is the God who sees these people. (Genesis 16:13) And, this is where my God does His biggest work...
...unseen places.
