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Still Saturday: God’s Finest Whispers

June 9, 2012 By Sandra Heska King

 

Common noises are not always what they appear to be. They can also be the eloquence of God. It is all in the richness of listening. If we develop our deeper metaphysical ears, we may hear the music of divinity in uncommon places. ~Sue Monk Kidd in Firstlight

 

 

As I sat in my den with the television droning in the background, I read about an autistic child who could not speak. She communicated within her silent world by writing on her computer screen. When a network news correspondent came to interview her and asked her what it was like to live with such silence, she wrote, “I hear God’s finest whispers.” ~Sue Monk Kidd in Firstlight

 

 

 

Give yourself some white space this weekend

to listen for God’s finest whispers,

to hear the music of divinity.

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  1. Joanne Norton says

    June 8, 2012 at 10:25 pm

    Thank you. I must always count on His whispers and small nudgings towards directions to take, people to help or follow. [Actually, sometimes it ain’t small whispers… it’s a “gentle” holler, b/c I’m too sidetracked. Bet you could’ve guessed that already even though you’ve never seen me in person.]

  2. Shelly Miller says

    June 8, 2012 at 10:26 pm

    Love the way you did this post Sandy. Such creativity. I can’t wait for the white space, its my favorite.

  3. S. Etole says

    June 8, 2012 at 11:39 pm

    Wondering how you did this … thankful for the thoughts you shared.

  4. Martha Orlando says

    June 9, 2012 at 8:46 am

    “Be still and know . . .”
    Amen to the silence.
    Blessings, Sandy!

  5. journeytoepiphany says

    June 9, 2012 at 8:48 am

    Listening…

  6. Carol J. Garvin says

    June 9, 2012 at 12:17 pm

    White space is important in all sorts of graphics but I hadn’t thought of it in conjunction with listening, with hearing “the music of divinity,” so thanks for this.

  7. Linda says

    June 9, 2012 at 1:21 pm

    This act of listening, of being still, has been on my heart all week. Thank you for this Sandy.

  8. Patricia @ Pollywog Creek says

    June 9, 2012 at 3:05 pm

    LOVE that quote, Sandra. It fits perfectly with a post I’ve scheduled for Monday.{wondering if I need to borrow it} Finally got my week{ending} post up. Better late than never. Hope your weekend is delightful, sweet friend.

  9. Laurie Collett says

    June 9, 2012 at 3:56 pm

    What a beautiful and inspiring post! May we all hear God’s finest whispers.
    God bless,
    Laurie

  10. HisFireFly says

    June 9, 2012 at 4:51 pm

    ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, breathing in your colours…

  11. Lynn Mosher says

    June 9, 2012 at 6:11 pm

    Oh, my! What a precious thought…God’s finest whispers! Awesome! Thanks, sweetie!

  12. Sandra says

    June 9, 2012 at 6:51 pm

    So grateful for each one of you–your encouragement, your images and words that help me slide into the quiet and turn my eyes toward the One who stills my heart.

    And Patricia, borrow away.

  13. Sylvia R. says

    June 9, 2012 at 7:38 pm

    I love this! I want to listen for God’s finest whispers! Thank you for sharing this lovely piece.

  14. Shari @ Leaving A Legacy says

    June 9, 2012 at 8:40 pm

    The comment where the girl said she could hear God’s finest whispers, took my breath away. Simply beautiful!

    Blessings~
    Shari

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