Silence Speaks

The last (hopefully) snow had melted a few days ago when it warmed up a little. The air was nice now with a cool breeze and warm sun. Flowers of lavender and pink were blooming and covering the hills.

A loner named Luke had come out of his shack to enjoy the morning. Luke was a precious, sweet man who had “hidden” in this shack to be away from the ornery human race. They hurt him one too many times when in his presence they stole his dog, his best friend.

He sat down on a rock with a tin cup of coffee and felt the sun warming his joints. He observed the sun how clear it was. The flowers were just beautiful. Who planted them? It was almost as if they were blooming for him. There couldn’t be a God after the way he was teased and tormented by his human friends. But the quiet of the hills and the beauty of the flowers and the warmth of the sun almost feel like they’re saying “I love you, Luke.”

“Lord, if You’re speaking to me, and you just may be, I was awful hurt when they stole my dog, Essie. I don’t understand You when You let things like that happen. They’re hurtful and there’s nothing good about it. Then you do something like this…a perfectly gorgeous morning that seems to say You love me. What do I do? I guess after ten years I could let go of the past. It’s not easy Lord. The ache is still there. But You pluck at my heart and I want to know You. So I give in. Here I am.” 

Luke didn’t immediately go back into town and find his friends or his enemies. He stayed in the hills enjoying getting to know God. He and God would talk at the rock every beautiful morning. Finally he knew it was time. He made the trek in his truck and went in to town to get him a dog. She was pretty… A golden color mutt. For this first time back in town he didn’t stay long. He figured that was enough for one day. But it was right and perfect to have a dog again. He named her Sunshine.

He has made everything beautiful in its time. He also has planted eternity in men’s hearts and minds [a divinely implanted sense of a purpose working through the ages which nothing under the sun but God alone can satisfy.] (Ecclesiastes 3:11 AMP)

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