We've been visiting our family this last week, on the shores of Lake Erie. Through the generosity of my parents, Jana, the boys and I have been staying in a cabin on the lake. Every day we stare out over the water. And today, my reading from the Psalms was from Psalm 19:
The heavens are telling the glory of God;
and the firmament proclaims his handiwork.
Day to day pours forth speech,
and night to night declares knowledge.
There is no speech, nor are there words;
their voice is not heard;
yet their voice goes out through all the earth,and their words to the end of the world.
The most enchanted, restorative moments by the lake are the moments of quietness. Nothing but the breeze and the gentle lapping of the waves on the shore. There is no speech, there are no words, no voice is heard. And yet, everything around you is communicating.
Sitting here, if you listen, you cannot hear a voice. I couldn't convince a skeptic that God is speaking to us. But I hear God, all the time. Speech is pouring forth.