The night is dark. There is no moon. A distant night bird sings its song. Gentle breaths of wind quiver leaves against a window. Fighting cats hiss and spit, assaulting the quietness and then… abruptly ceases. Barking from some neighbour’s dog echoes away the intruding felines.
Silence returns momentarily before the faint sound of a baby’s cry lingers for just a little while. The dim of the night remains unstirred.
I close my eyes in expectation for sleep to come. Only silence.
A suppressed whisper infiltrates the peace of the surrounding blackness. My eyes spring open. Alertness returns. ‘What was that’? Again there is silence. Tied eyes begin to close but it transpires again. ‘That murmur, where’s it coming from?’
This time I lay awake picturing the room around me. Faint outlines of a chair appear as my eyes adjust to the gloom. The whisper returns.
My voice is barely audible. ‘Who’s there?’
I feel strange but I’m not afraid. It’s soothing and not at all alarming. Though faint as it is, I sense an inner stirring. I slide from my bed and feel my way to the window. As I part the curtains I gaze out to the unnatural darkness. Not even a pale glow of a street light can be seen. The world is completely dark and silent. “What is this?”
Again the whisper comes, this time from within my soul. ‘Pray for those who do not know me for darkness will fall upon those who do not heed my call. The day will soon be here and time is running out. I need my children to plead for the lost so they will find the light. Don’t wait my child because lives are being lost to darkness every single moment. I have made you for a purpose. Through prayer you will know my will. I have given you a gift that can only be used to reveal my glory.’
The whisper fades to a hush and the world outside comes faintly into focus. I look up to the heavens where stars begin to shimmer. The sounds of the night return to my ears. Leaves rustle with the wind restirring. I turn and fall on my knees and weep for a world of lost sinners to see His light.
© Chrissy Siggee
colours of the evening sky
reveal the setting sun—
aromas of the sleepy garden
refresh my musty senses.
© Chrissy Siggee
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From my book: Glimpses of His Glory
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I know that mountains high, I know it looks impossible but, I also know with God all things are possible. I know that rivers deep, I know its looks menacing but, I also know for God it will be worth my crossing. I know that valleys low, I know all its up and downs but, […]
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Poem and Photograph by Chrissy at Riverside Peace
Psalm 46:1-3 – God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth gives way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging.God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea; though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof.
These are without a doubt, some of the most comforting words from Scripture I know by heart. Through all situations I have only to rest on in God for my strength.
With my husband’s employment we move frequently. When our children were little I dreaded those times. We often spent weeks in temporary accommodation and waiting for our personal belongings to arrive. During those transition times it was characteristic of the Department of Defence to send him away on a course.
During one of these relocations, which was a few hundred miles from our nearest extended family, our son became constantly ill with serious allergies. Three weeks into the hotel stay I had to ask the cleaning staff not to use chemicals in our rooms unless I could plan time be out of the room and have it aired before we returned. Our son was just over eighteen-months-old at the time and his sister was three and a half. Their ages alone meant around the clock care, but the youngest slept very little. He had about two hours after his midday meal which gave me some grace and much need rest. His sister was usually dozing too or looking through a favorite picture book.
New states, new towns and new experiences were always daunting and to settle into a new normal day to day life in these situations proved to be often stressful and lonely. But I remember these verses from Psalm 46 as my source of comfort. I don’t believe it was coincidence that these verses appeared so often during my daily devotions. They became my key verses and since that particular relocation they have become part of me through many other situations over the years.
We all need words of comfort at one time or other and we can be assured that God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.
Thank you, Lord, for your comfort in every situation. Help us to know that you are our refuge and strength and guide us through difficult times, fear and loneliness. Whatever we face in our day to day lives, teach us to lean on you for all our needs. Amen
© Chrissy Siggee
A Collection of River Photographs
I have taken hundreds of photos on my river walks and there must be at least a dozen rivers I have seen. These are just a few.