As I looked out this morning, we were lucky, at least in our neighborhood. I don't see any damage. There are a few, small tree branches down. The wind is still blowing, but not like last night. Internet and cable are down. The quiet is loud. My ears seem ache in the quiet.
I feel isolated. Normally by this time, I have checked my email, connected on Facebook, and traversed my favorite sites on the internet. Now, I can't. I can't reach out and connect to those people whom I have come to know and care about because the internet is down, and all I have is silence. Silence.
I think about Isaiah who sought The Lord in the storm, and Isaiah found Him not. I think about Isaiah who sought The Lord in the earthquake, and Isaiah found Him not. I think about Isaiah who sought The Lord in a small cave, and heard The Lord say in a tiny voice, "Here I AM."
Silence, the sound of God, greater than the strongest storm or earthquake on earth. Silence, the gift of God, greater than the heavenly chorus. Silence as I sit and see the snow fly past my windows. Silence, the channel to God. Listen, He is calling you!