But every once in a while I have one I can discern.
I’m sitting on the sidewalk; feet on the ground, arms clasped around my knees. Above me is a tree. Now, this is no ordinary sapling. It’s full of critters and snakes that shout, shriek, hiss, and holler at me.
Another tree stands across the street. It’s a talking sort of specimen too. A sound like a whisper comes from its branches. Try as I may, I can’t make out any of the words.
Whatever it is trying to communicate is drowned out by the noisy prattling above me.
I want so much to perceive it but I feel immobilized. Finally, I get up and walk towards it hoping if I’m closer I can make out what it is saying. As I draw near, a gathering of noisy people appear out of nowhere. They surround me and start talking loudly.
I strain to hear it, but the voices of everyone around me are just too loud.
1 Kings 19:12 says:
“And after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.”
While this verse relates to the Lord and the prophet Elijah, the analogy is true to my dream. Amid the chaos of the world around us God often speaks in a still small voice.
When I reflect on my dream, I realize it’s a gift from God telling me to cut through the fear, anxiety and chaos of the world around me and listen to him with single-minded focus. Then, I can receive the calming, soothing, still small voice.