Scripture is filled with people looking for God.

Climbing mountains–Moses was investigating.                                                                       Crossing deserts–the Israelites were searching.

Walking into arks–Noah was exploring.                                                                                 Stepping out of fishing boats–Peter was testing.

Climbing up trees–Zacchaeus was inquiring.                                                                         Getting down on knees–a father was begging.

Sneaking in the dark of evening–Nicodemus was questioning.                                               Boldly in the light of day–the blind man was seeking.

They were all looking for God.

I look for God in the everyday of living not because He is hiding and needs to be “found” but because I don’t always hear His presence. I believe He is on the move and that movement is perceptible.

While hiking alongside a river, I was very aware of the “noise” of the water.  Water itself is silent, but it’s the movement of water that makes sound.

We live at the beach.  The water in the ocean is soundless, but it is the movement of the waves that we hear.

God is moving.  Always. We must watch for and listen for those movements to hear Him and know He is near.

Listen. His silence is audible.

Some want to live close enough to the beach to hear the water.  I want to live close enough to God to hear the silence.

Happily ever after, beth