Astounded by the Silence

The storm last night was fierce.   The winds were so bad that the plow trucks were pulled off the roads and no travel was recommended.  The only ones on the roads were law enforcement standing by closed road signs so that no one would try to pass through them.  We owe them for their quiet work in the storm.

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!