whisper

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WHISPER

Sometimes I don't listen very well. 

After the way Job's God-words have been walking behind me and throwing shadows across my path, you would think I would get the picture. But Job 26:14 is back for another round of unedited writing and community. 

It has been easy for me to feel down. There is a hold on my dreams of students and books tumbling around a classroom under my direction. Some days feel heavy with the weight of imagined judgement and my own disappointment. 

So I began the adventure of substitute teaching today.  I watched the sunrise spread all purple and pink and golden rays and lines flinging across a sky scaled with grey clouds, and the sun came up orange. That ocean wave of mist twirled up in the hollow in a perfect curl.``

All I have is what I need, this I know, Audrey Assad sang quietly. I felt peace then. I knew not that I would be blessed by the coming day.

He'd been whispering in my lonely, tear-flecked moments "My ways, you cannot know." Whispers of His goodness to come, outskirts of ways, incomprehensible thunder, hemming in behind and before, searching out paths. 

I could talk about my day for quite a ramble. But I will just say this: I couldn't stop smiling on the drive home. 

Grace spilling into smiles, and hope rising like a second dawn, slow and misty.