I am having to do it more and more - silencing the voices, shutting down the electronic screen, shedding distraction so I can hear it. The counterfeit peels back layer by layer. Fear feeds it. If I am not careful, I can misidentify it as reality, the substance of my existence. Opinions fed by feelings, told as truth - this is dangerous ground.
But when I am still and silent and unplugged from the synthetic drip, I start to sense it, the return of imago Dei.
Just like Elijah, when I seek Him, I find that He is not in the crash, the chaos, the wild, whipping power of words or winds or convictions.
Gentle, soft, a slow rhythmic hum…still, small Voice. There You are.
And He has spoken - it’s all there written for me in Scripture. And He speaks - His Spirit alive and breathing revelation into the inner man. And He is speaking - at the intersection of my life and His will.
And when I ease into that space, the silence into which He is welcomed, I find this to be true…
I do not fight for truth. He already won that battle. I fight from truth, a ground that makes it less about being right and more about remaining in right standing.