Christians know and cherish the story of Elijah hiding in the mountains, waiting for God to speak to him. The Almighty’s voice was not in the wind, the earthquake, or the fire. He was in a still small voice.
This is sometimes used to promote disciplines of silence and solitude, meditation on Scripture, or cultivate patience in waiting on the Lord.
But I tell you what, God got through to me in a way that my own stubbornness necessitates.
My children and I were outside this afternoon, enjoying the clear blue sky, warm weather, and the feel of the cool grass under our feet.
They were all lying down beside me in the grass when out of nowhere, my youngest appeared over my head and I heard a sickening crack! I rolled over onto my side and had to stay still for a moment to keep from throwing up. When I tried to stand, I decided it may be better to rest for a moment. I looked to my right and saw this rock.
Somehow, the little man had gotten this thing from the yard and chucked it right at my head. It hit me about an inch or so above my left temple and the sound it made caused me to think the injury was worse than it was. I wasn’t bleeding, and there was minimal swelling, but a great deal of tenderness at the place where it struck.
And as I layed there in the grass, evaluating the situation, so many thoughts crossed my mind. Did I have a concussion? What would happen if there is damage I’m unaware of? What would his little life be if my son bore the burden of having caused me significant injury?
And then I got it.
The Son is the radiance of God’s glory and the exact expression of his nature, sustaining all things by his powerful word. After making purification for sins, he sat down at the right hand of the Majesty on high.
Christ sustains all things- even me- by His powerful Word. I can trust Christ with my life, and my salvation.
That rock could have gotten my eye, broken my nose… honestly, it could have killed me if it hit my temple just right…
But it didn’t.
Because God is merciful.
I’ll not doubt my salvation anymore. God could take me literally at any second. He spares me, for the kids’ sake, for my husband’s sake, for my own sake, so His good work may be carried out to completion.
That’s bigger than me.
Sometimes God speaks in the still, small voice. Other times, He knows it will take your one-year-old throwing a rock at your head.