He sounded like a miniature stealth bomber or maybe ... I reconsidered ... he sounded like many waters, a tiny tumult.
He sounded like a miniature stealth bomber or maybe … I reconsidered … he sounded like many waters, a tiny tumult.

This might be a stretch … but it’s a thought-provoking stretch much like a tiny tumult.

During my quiet time this morning my favorite devotional, Streams in the Desert, took me to Ezekiel, chapter one. The message was learning to be still if we want to hear the voice of the Lord as we seek Him.

Verses twenty-four and twenty-five got my attention:

When the sound of the tumult ended, a voice came from above the firmament that was over their heads.
When the sound of the tumult ended, a voice came from above the firmament that was over their heads.

“When they went [the living creatures descending from before the throne], I heard the noise of their wings, like the noise of many waters, like the voice of the Almighty, a tumult like the noise of an army; and when they stood still, they let down their wings.

“A voice came from above the firmament that was over their heads; whenever they stood, they let down their wings.” ~ Ezekiel 1:24-25

When the Spirit of God spoke from the throne, the living creatures let down their wings — the wings that created the sound of many waters. A tumult.

But when He spoke, they lowered their wings creating a silence before Him.

About that time, a hummingbird darted past me on his way to the feeder brimming with sweet nectar. He sounded like a miniature stealth bomber or maybe … I reconsidered … he sounded like many waters, a tiny tumult.

I sat mesmerized and observed his movements. By now, others had joined in the feast, hovering, hastening, rushing to the nectar. When it came time to drink they paused, then lowered their wings — stopped the frenzy — bowed, and took of the life-giving sustenance freely given to them.

I thought of how often I hurry about stirring up quite a frenzy. It feels like I’ve got my hand in every pot, carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders, some days murmuring and complaining making such a tumult of noise …

… and all the while wondering why the Lord isn’t giving me the peace He promised!

Not that I could hear Him over all the ruckus.

I wonder if the living creatures described in Ezekiel were actually following the exhortation from Psalm 46:10, “Be still and remember that I am God” as they detected the Presence of God and ceased their activity so they could hear Him.

I wonder.

For it is in the stillness a holy hush is activated, our busy restless selves are quieted by His love, our ears open to hear His voice, and our hearts awaken to the peace He has given.

It is in the stillness our spirits realign with the One True God and we remember … we remember that He is Lord of all.

We remember that by His hands we are fed.

I thought of how often I hurry about stirring up quite a frenzy, murmuring and complaining making quite a tumult of noise ...
I thought of how often I hurry about stirring up quite a frenzy, murmuring and complaining making such a tumult of noise …

We remember He holds the whole world in His hands and He knows when the sparrow falls, so how much more does He care for you and me?

We remember.

And in the remembrance our spirits bow before Him and drink from His Living Water flowing from beneath His throne. We are strengthened. We are encouraged.

We are sustained.

And we hear His voice saying, “Child, you are Mine. Be of good courage.”

Selah

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NAN