I had an uneasiness about picking up the scattered old boards on the north side of my husband’s corral, but I put that feeling aside in order to help him finish his fencing. We were just about finished when I picked up another rotten weathered old board. I screamed and jumped back. There, underneath the board, was a coiled baby rattlesnake. Emmitt came running with the shovel and killed it. Even though it was small, it was still dangerous.

I then recognized the source of my previous apprehension. There had been a warning, somewhere within me. I sensed the danger.

Elijah knew the still small voice of God. He knew that God revealed himself in big and mighty ways. He also recognized His ways in the still and quietness of a restless heart.

Elijah found that God’s voice was not in the wind, not in the earthquake, and not in the fire. But after the fire comes a gentle whisper.

I, too, will wait quietly for that whisper.