His Majesty's Whisper
by Kristine Lowder
I live in the Pacific Northwest, home of the Cascades, Mount Rainier, towering evergreens, soggy weather and some Really Big Trees. Every time I look out my window, I’m reminded of Psalm 111:2, 3
Great are the works of the Lord; they are pondered by all who delight in them. Glorious and majestic are his deeds, and his righteousness endures forever.
Each mountain bristling with evergreens is a reminder. Every hike along a laughing lake nudges. Every singing stream speaks. Sunsets, daffodils, starry skies and soaring eagles tug at my sleeve, reminding me of the One who created them and says, “I’m here!”
If I look, I find myself surrounded by awe, by God tossing testimonies like darts at a board: “I am! I am!”
Have you ever done the same? When? You may live in the mountains, desert, plain or prairies or near the beach, but wherever you are, can you pause a moment and open your eyes and ears?
Do you, like me, ever wonder how we can live in a world dripping with wonder and majesty and lose sight of the Wonder Maker? We do, don’t we? We get so used to grace that we become jaded. So familiar with faithfulness that we yawn. God’s daily care, protection, and lovingkindness? A tomb minus a body? Hand me another pillow.
Worse yet, we demand more. God provides a house and we want a bigger one. He opens doors to a new job and we demand a quick promotion. He gives us a reliable Chevy and we want a BMW. More signs. More proof. More wonders. As if God resides in an Aladdin’s lamp, a cosmic genie we can summon at will, expecting Him to grant our every wish.
Can I ask you something? Have you lost your sense of awe? Are you reluctant to let your jaw drop, to suck in your breath and chime a carillon of “wow’s”?
Maybe the frequency of wonders blinds us to their beauty. Wrapped in regularity, we yawn at the passage of seasons, shrug at the complexity of snowflakes, take children and grandparents for granted. We swap the extraordinary for the everyday. Theology may “explain” the miraculous. Science may chart a map to the land of humdrum. Statistics stifle our oos and ahs.
Don’t be fooled.
Do you want to see the Lord’s face, witness His majesty? Then dig out your sense of awe. The next time you hear a wren warble, smell a honeysuckle bloom, stroke a baby’s cheek, or stare in mute marvel at a soaring spruce tree, pay attention. I have it on good authority that if you listen, you’ll hear His Majesty’s whisper: “I’m here!”
A multi-published author in a variety of venues, both hard copy and electronic, Kristine Lowder has published 12 books. She resides in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, their four sons, and an incurably affable yellow Labrador retriever, Eve. Contact Kristine.