God of breath and silence, whose words whisper through our hearts like wind rustling autumn leaves, stir up the dead, dry, and broken parts of us so that we may come alive once more to the wonders of your creation. Though we so often forget to listen, remind us that even the rocks cry out in your name. May we create space enough in our day to listen for your still small voice. In the name of one who creates, redeems, and sustains us, Amen.
We invite you to spend time in quiet meditation on this image. Step outside and listen to the world around you. What is God telling you today?
“Still” by Amanda Lindsey Cook http://bit.ly/ALCstill