Write, Even the Little Things

I told my 10th grade group that they should write even the small stuff (in their journals).

Elijah looked for God on the mountaintop.
God was not in the roaring wind.
God was not in the raging rain.
God wasn’t in the thunder.
God was in the quiet of the evening.

Just like at Little Hole, or Flaming Gorge Overlook, or Sheep Creek Canyon.

Ah Nee Mah

The Holy Spirit doesn't need to shout.