What I tell you in the dark, speak in the daylight; what is whispered in your ear, proclaim from the roofs. Matthew 10:27 (NIV)
There have been no words from my Dad during the last four weeks as he lay in ICU fighting for his life. The only sounds heard were the beeps, chirps and occasional alarms of the machines connected to and sustaining him. While I was at the hospital, I held, kissed and rubbed his hands. In the wee, still and dark hours of the morning I babbled on about how much I love him, reading devotionals and the Bible to him. In that cold hospital room I sang, prayed and worshipped God with my Daddy. I chuckle now as I recall reading to him using voices much like he had done when reading “Uncle Arthur’s Bedtime Stories” to us when we were little.
Believing and claiming again the promises of God read during my life, the news of Dad being more alert and trying to talk did not come as a surprise, a miracle, yes but not a surprise. I delighted in the relaying of his whispered responses to questions. The Holy Spirit does not scream at us. It is that still small voice that confirms, comforts and guides us, so to me whispers are wonderful. Today I am quietly rejoicing for the whispered words of a man who I know is fighting to get better so that he can once again give the glory of his healing to God!
Making His praise glorious!
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