voice – expression in spoken or written words, or by other means
Ever since Rhema began spelling on her letter board I’ve been thinking about “voice.”
I’ve studied the voice of Psalm 29- powerful, majestic, mighty. It thunders over the waters, strikes with flashes of lightning and twists oaks and cedars.
That same voice speaks out of fire to Moses and the Israelites, and out of a whirlwind to Job. To Elijah, it’s a still small voice.
I’ve been thinking about how Rhema prayed for so many years to have a voice. Only we didn’t know. We didn’t even know she prayed. She had no way to show us or tell us her deepest desire, her heart’s cry.
But God heard.
He always hears.
I know in those many moments when she has felt so alone, so muted, so sorrowful and angry by the daily challenges in her life, He has whispered,
I hear you, I see you. I am your God. I am here, and I am holding you. Don’t give up.
I know, I know, in times when I have been wearied and overwhelmed by the journey and felt sure that I couldn’t do it anymore, couldn’t give anymore, couldn’t help or hope anymore, He has shouted,
Get up. Keep going. I am your God. I will strengthen you, I will help you. Don’t give up!
One day He lit my tail on fire and Rhema’s prayer became my prayer even though I didn’t know it was her prayer. Then He laid down a yellow brick road, led us to the lock to the key.
Words can never tell how thankful I am for her voice, and even more that, His voice.
“I think the voice of God is so sweet to someone like me
It soothes me
It satisfies me
It makes mountains tremble and oceans calm
God speaks to me in my heart
He is close to me
He says he loves me” ~Rhema, age 12