Gentle Whisper

The still, small voice of Jesus.

A reminder for my heart.

So much noise.

So many angry words.

Headlines bleed suffering.

And yet—our hearts were never meant for this. We were not created to bear the weight of these images.

Anxiety spreads like wildfire.

Depression runs rampant.

I, too, buckle beneath the weight of anxious thoughts.

The more we try to fix,

the more we unravel.

The more we strive,

the more we exhaust ourselves.

And the truth comes like a mercy:

we cannot fix it.

Stop running.

Stop thrashing.

Stop treading water as if your salvation depends on you.

Fall back—into the everlasting arms.

Fall into the promise: “Be still, and know that I am God.”

To be still is not to quit.

It is not to fold hands in surrender to despair.

To be still is to stop the frantic striving of self, and start resting in the delight of your Creator—

the One who delights in you.

He sings songs of joy over your existence. He calls you Beloved.

He whispers peace into the chaos.

He will quiet you with His love.

Not in the roar of headlines.

Not in the clamor of angry crowds.

But in the gentle hush that meets your soul— “Peace, be still.”

The same voice that calmed stormy seas and stilled furious winds

is speaking into your anxious storm right now.

So take a breath.

Breathe in His mercy.

Breathe out your fear.

Embrace His truth.

Be still, O soul.

And know—deep, marrow-deep—

that He is God.