How quickly we forget the stilled silence snow brings, the silence that comes in no other way. I stand upon my porch and listen to it, in the morning, evening, and night reveling in the sincere act of listening to silence. I am in a season of my life when God is quiet. I hear him only in His Word or in others writing about him and in that my faith is pushed forward. Blind Chance is such a heinous idol because we can believe, utterly believe, staking our life and eternity on him without ever having to think of belief. It is like listening to quiet but not hearing it. Blind Chance is not hopeful, kind, or powerful it is just eternal quiet—no sound. But in the quiet brought by snow, I can hear the Still Small Voice of Almighty God in my life when I cannot hear him in most other ways. That is why I stand on the porch throughout the day and listen—I can hear Him, Eternally Being Present with me in a way He can only be when His snow amplifies His Quiet.
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| His Quiet from my porch. |
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