Quiet as Warmth
"For here’s what God told me: 'I’m not going to say anything, but simply look on from where I live, quiet as warmth that comes from the sun, silent as dew during harvest.'" (Isaiah 18:4 MSG)
When I want You to come blustering in, a force to be reckoned with When I want You to make a scene When I want You to say, "Peace, be still!" When I desperately want the situation that has me on my knees to cease so I can finally stand When I want You to answer me—please When I have been begging You When I want You to be LOUD so I can know whether You are as angry as me When I want You to be close so I can know You are real and You really care When I want a word so I can confirm my path with my ears and not just the quiet nudgings of my heart When I want to feel You and crawl into Your arms, and Your lap, like a small child It's comforting to know: sometimes You are quiet as warmth, sitting by the door, taking in the room. Not saying a word, but not because You do not care. It's just that You are patient, and You will not interrupt until the exact right time.
That's very comforting sometimes and sometimes it is not. Either way, “For My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways,” declares the Lord. “As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways and My thoughts than your thoughts.” Isaiah 55:8-9.
The whole lead-up—I felt it all. Every line drew me into that space of wanting God to rush in, only to be met with His quiet, steady presence.
It makes me think of Jesus in Gethsemane—wanting another way, yet choosing to lay down His life because of His compassion and the Father’s love. That’s the kind of God we have waiting at the door, seeing the full picture.
Gorgeous writing.