In the dark eve, my soul searches for the voice of God. He shrouds Himself with clouds and thick darkness. He hides Himself within the veil of the storm. Out from the still calm comes a rumbling. From the distance where the black clouds fall, I feel a deep trembling shiver the earth. God begins to clear His throat.
Tremors of each utterance crack whips across the atmosphere and split the unseen fabric of sound. I feel the guttural boom shake through my core. My heart quivers at the fulminating crash. Shockwaves shower the sky in abundance. His voice thunders in a roaring tide. Whirlwinds form in the wake of His word. His voice echoes as the sound of many waters.
God does not speak with the tongues of men tonight. His language is manifestation, His voice a thunderous storm. In the stillness of the night His word flashes forth illumination. It strikes the earth with rejuvenating force. My windowpanes tremble at the roaring cry of His name. I watch in awe to see His lightning pierce the earth. His heavenly veins pour out power.
My spirit listens, longing for the knowledge of God to wash over my soul. My ears poise like hawks to hear His majestic call. In the storm I understand something of the wildness of God; I marvel at the terror of His shouts.
In the storm I understand something of the wildness of God…
What would it be to understand His language? What would it be to sit at the right of hand of His majesty beneath the awesome power of His presence? There is something of this in the storm.
Our God knows nothing of apathy. Every utterance surges forth with the fullness of passion. He pours Himself fully into every whisper; every word overflows with the zeal of His being.
God sprints full force and laughs. He leaps out and shouts for joy. His dancing is fire. His very breath is life. My life is the inspiration of God.
God breathes revival. He laughs resurrection. He sings creation. He cries redemption. His spiritual air flows through me like fire. Unquenchable joy, unspeakable peace, and undying love surge through and transform me forever. As long as He breathes—as long as He speaks—I will not know death.
God breathes revival. He laughs resurrection. He sings creation. He cries redemption.
How can I express what my spirit sees with mere words? How can I be content with my futile attempts to capture with limited lips the infinite mystery of God? I want to see You God.
I want to soar with wings into the highest heights. I want to fall face forward into the depths of glory. I want to rush into the reckless wind towards the untiring pursuer of my soul. I want to bound across the chasms of imagination, and lose myself in Your wonder.
Bring me into the eye of the storm. Surround me with the tempest of Your soul. Hold me in the cusp of Your hand as all the glory and splendor pass by. Show me the visions of Your heart. Let me dwell in Your house, in Your presence, forevermore. Amen.