Vapors And Gone

Sssh…and listen. Do you hear Him?

Though not always with words, our Father is speaking; right now it’s though my begging daughter; it’s just a chance to be kind. “Will you take it?” I think to myself. If I miss the moment, it’s gone forever. “But another will come, right?” I think again. Soon this gift will flower and fade away. These moments slip through our lives. Truly our lives are a vapor and then they are gone.

In song later, He speaks again, “Pathogenic Ocular Dissonance*.” You have a disease producing, eye related, tension. Through word of band in decades past, my Lord speaks volumes in my soul, and no one will understand. My Lord is my tourniquet. He stops the bleeding in my soul, to borrow words from that same band.

Sure our Lord speaks in the still small voice as He did with Elijah. But, He spoke face to face with the disciples through Christ. He spoke through fire to Moses, and also in clouds and through thunder. He wrote and spoke through handwriting on a wall to Babylonian King. Our God speaks in dreams, visions, and even through donkeys at times.

Sssh…listen. He’s still speaking, though mostly through the still small voice in His written word. Our life is but a vapor, time is slipping through its drain. Will you listen?

 "God, who at various times and in various ways spoke in time past to the fathers by the prophets,  has in these last days spoken to us by His Son, whom He has appointed heir of all things, through whom also He made the worlds...''      

Hebrew 1:1-2 NKJV

  

* (Tourniquet’s album title, just for credit’s sake)