>> Tuesday, August 7, 2007
I put my left foot in the stirrup and swung myself in to the saddle. Leather against leather and a slight breeze rustling summer greenery were the only sounds. Reins in hand and adjusted comfortably, I gave a soft click of my tongue, and we were on our way for a peaceful ride, to think.
Sometimes these quiet times are so needful. The business in life surrounds us so quickly. God told Elijah that He was not in the strong wind, the earthquake or the fire, but the still, small voice. This is such a beautiful picture to me, that God, in all His power and majesty, speaks so softly, so tenderly, to the heart of man.