Then Came A Gentle Whisper

To hear--another wonder of the world.

So much of what we hear is selective.  What do we choose to hear?

As I write down some of the beautiful and meaningful things I've heard in my lifetime, would you be thinking about yours?

I would love to read just one (your welcome to leave more) of what you have heard that is music to your ears.


--The crunch of the first ripe apple eaten off one of my grandmother's apple trees--

--The Amen corner of my little church when I was growing up--we had corners all over that little room!--

--Summertime sung by Leontyne Price--so it was on YouTube but it is one of the most incredible sounds I've ever heard in my life time.  I read that she received a 42 minute standing ovation one time.  I used to teach my students about that and have them stand up and applaud for one full minute.  Try it--you cannot believe how exhausting it is--talk about a cardio workout!

--Here is a link to it--

--The pounding waves of the Pacific, the Atlantic and the Gulf of Mexico.  The soft lapping of the water as the tide receded--

--The click of the shutter when I knew I had captured the perfect shot--(a rare event)

--The swish of thousands of basketball nets--

--The voice of my blind grandmother telling me my Christmas baby doll was very pretty--after her sweet hands had followed every curve and contour of her face and hair--

--The first time I played a "chord" on the piano--

--The excitement in my mother's voice when we would wake up to a winter wonderland of snow--

--The sound of my college choir as I blended my "not so strong" voice with theirs--I couldn't believe we could make a sound that heavenly--

--and speaking of heavenly, the choir of Westminster Abbey, an all male choir--boys and men--

--The strains of the wedding march as my father walked me down the aisle to my future husband--

--I love you whispered gently in my ear--

--The understanding voice of a teacher who cared when I was scared to read aloud in front of the class--
--The soothing voice of my first Sunday School teacher who assured me that God loved me and sent Jesus to die for my sins--

--The cry of a newborn grandchild letting me know everything was okay--even if it was a bit delayed--

--The first time I heard Sandi Patty in person--at a medium-sized church in Tulsa several years before she became a household name--

--The first time each of my three sons called me ma-ma for the first time--


This is a list that could go on and on but I will stop there.

And I would say that none of these could compare to what I hear from God but that wouldn't really be true because I believe they are








I hear him in a million different ways

and I especially love it when He whispers personally to me

words such as these:

One morning during my devotional time I "heard" these words in my spirit-- 
"You are my servant.  I have chosen you and not rejected you. 
So do not fear, for I am with you, 
Do not be dismayed for I am your God. 
I will strengthen you and help you, 
I will uphold you with my righteous right hand." 

Even though I love the physical gift of hearing, I believe those who are deaf hear as much as I do (maybe more because they learn to listen with the spirit) if they know God.
 Oh to hear all that He has to say to us.
Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind.  
After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. 
After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. 
And after the fire came a gentle whisper. 

From 1 Kings 19 

Let us listen for His gentle whispers today, no matter in what form they come.

I will be listening, what about you?

Turning another page with love,

© all photographs, art and text property of Elizabeth Dianne unless otherwise noted


elizabeth said…
I loved this one event more than the one you wrote on seeing!
Nancy said…
God is really inspiring you to write some powerful posts....I am finding I need to ponder on them after I leave your blog...

There are many but one of my favorites is that He reminds me that my name is written on the palm of His hand....Such a comfort no matter what is going on.....
beautiful challenge - ty!
Isaiah 50:4
[The Servant of God says] The Lord God has given Me the tongue of a disciple and of one who is taught, that I should know how to speak a word in season to him who is weary. He wakens Me morning by morning, He wakens My ear to hear as a disciple [as one who is taught].
Isaiah 50:3-5 TY ADONAI !
Anonymous said…
This is beautiful, Dianne. Truly beautiful. As Nancy says, I, too, will return to ponder these words. Glad you came by. I will go check out Sandy's Etsy store. I have not been there in quite a while. The earrings look lovely.

Music tends to remain in my mind far longer and plays again and again. Because Pete Seeger died recently and so much has been written of his many songs, I have been singing "Good Night, Irene" because Mama used to sing that around the house often. And Thursday marked one year since her death.

The sound of rain in a parched land...
The wind whisping through tall pine trees...
The purr of a cat in my lap...

And the list could go on...
Caring through Christ, ~ linda

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