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The LOUD Whisper


“Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.” (Jeremiah 33:3)

There’s an interesting dynamic in our house; an unwritten rule almost. No one ever set it; it was never dictated, but it’s there:


“If you wake up in the middle of the night, you call daddy!”


Our two younger sons are homeschooled (probably the best gift we could give them, and the best decision we’ve made as parents). Every waking moment, Mummy‘s name gets called. Working from my home office, I hear things like:


  • “ Mum, I am hungry!”

  • “ Mum, I can’t find my eraser“

  • “Mum, it’s time for biochemistry (yep, biochem is part of my nine year old and seven year olds curriculum. And they love it).


So, at every other time of the day it’s Mum that gets called, however, when the sun sets, not only do the nocturnal bugs come out, but so too does this notion that should anything go wrong; should any discomforts arise that result in me not being able to sleep, not being at peace, then the object of my call changes from Mum to Dad!


  • Dad”, says the silhouette in my room doorway, “I can’t sleep”! “

  • Dad, can you help me with my blanket, please!

  • Dad, my foot is sore!


What intrigues me is this: these calls from my boys are never shouts or shrieks or yells (and believe me, they are capable of both!) These after-dark cries for help are always a whisper! Just a hushed holler, a muffled mouthing- a whisper. Yet, it’s a whisper that breaks through!

That whisper, very often on the very first utterance, shatters the serenity of my sleep; dives to the depths of my dreams and pulls me into the world of the woken.

It’s a whisper that’s loud; a whisper that breaks through!

This got me thinking! In our darkest moments of despair, when we find ourselves unable to be at rest and all sorts of factors disrupt our peace, a whisper is all it takes!


“Father, I need you!”

“God, I don’t know which way to go!”

“Lord, help!”


It’s a whisper that is not despised; a whisper that is heard; a whisper that is loud enough to transcend the boundaries between the natural and the supernatural and incline the ear of our great God, the Maker of heaven and earth. The gentlest whisper from our lips reaches the ear of our Father, an ear that is not “heavy that it cannot hear” (Isaiah 59:1).


Friend, you don’t need to voice it vividly, or articulate it artfully - a whisper is enough! A whisper is loud enough! A whisper breaks through!
 

PRAYER

Father, I come with no wise words, nor speech,

Just a whispered want, a cladded call;

Thank you that you hear me, hold me,help me,

Deliver me from despair, catch me when I fall.

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