I could see the fear in the ever-widening eyes of my youngest as the train barreled past us, just across the street, its whistle screaming in an attempt to warn foolish drivers out of its way. I picked her up and she immediately wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist in a vise-like grip that I have never felt before.
My eldest used to also be terrified of loud noises. She went through a long period of time when she was afraid of fire engines to the point of hysteria…even if they were parked and turned off.
As a musician, sound fascinates me. The science of how wavelengths work to create sound and music is a beautiful gift from God.
What about loud, clamorous noise, though? Is that a gift as well?
We all jump high when a car horn sounds behind us. Our hearts skip a beat when a clap of thunder crashes right above our heads.
As I held my littlest one, rocking her and shushing her, assuring her that the big, bad train would never leave its tracks to come and whistle in her ear, I though about how much I loved the feel of her chubby little arms and legs clinging to me.
As often happens when thinking about my own children, that made me think about how God loves for us to run into His arms and cling to Him.
Could it be that when we are distracted, when we are looking to other things for our rescue or our comfort, He uses a loud noise in our lives to help us remember to cling to Him and let Him take care of us?
God wasn’t in the wind that tore apart mountains and shattered stones. God wasn’t in the earthquake that felled trees and tossed around boulders. God wasn’t in the fire that raged and roared and burned.
God wasn’t in the loud.
No, God was in the gentle whisper. The whisper that reassured Elijah that he was not alone.
Will you be still? Will you allow that loud noise to propel you into His arms, to send you to wrap your whole being around God?
Simply listen and let Him whisper His love and presence to your heart.
art credit: Elijah in the Wilderness by Washington Allston