A Whisper Of Hope

Someone dumped a half-grown kitten in the woods near our home.She sat shivering at the edge of the road where dark forest meets the frost-covered grasses of a mountain meadow.The kitten was unwanted, unloved, abandoned on a lonely morning to the cold and a forest full of predators.Have you lived that moment?I have.The quiet despair of a strange place, the biting cold of neglect, the danger and fear, the vast loneliness.We named her Whisper, because despite her harsh start in life, she is a gentle cat with the softest voice. A gentle whisper.Our beloved Newfoundland dog had recently died, and Whisper’s small meow reminded us God was still with us. He doesn’t always appear like a blast of dynamite. More often, God steps into the darkness of our world with a quiet whisper that changes everything.“It was such a terrible blast that the rocks were torn loose, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. And after the earthq