Whispers In The Quiet

From The Sunrise On High

Luke 1:78–79 NASB | A Testimony
A testimony for a new day…

The kind of day that quiet moments surround your awareness —
like the dawn that spills light across a quiet room.
It leaves lingering feelings of warmth,
soft and soothing as honey that pours over the soul.

In life, there are moments —
quiet as the morning dew —
when Heaven brushes the edges of our days.
When a fragrance carries a familiar scent of something sweet,
invoking memories you can’t quite recollect, drifting on the breeze…

This unexpected epiphany of  thought
arrives like a hush in the stillness of our hearts —
full of knowing
that emerges in the gentle rhythms of everyday life.
The parts of life that still catch you by surprise.

A soft whisper,
like a kiss that lingers in the mind endlessly after their presence has stepped away.
In that holy hush,
the knowledge of God stirs the heart,
where the longing begins to form.

And with it — a scripture.

“Through the tender mercy of our God;
whereby the Dayspring from on high hath visited us,
to give light to them that sit in darkness and in the shadow of death,
to guide our feet into the way of peace.”
— Luke 1:78–79 (KJV)

This space is a quiet resting place.
A steppingstone for the rendering of souls.

Here, I’ll share moments of my testimony
where my spiritual eyes were opened,
and all that was before me parted away,
leaving me to witness the sun larger than life —
and the light that illuminated before me.

Something akin to magic,
words alive, illuminated in mid-air,
for me to witness the greatness that is God.

This sharing is sacred and true.
Because even across miles and time,
the Lord still visits us from the sunrise on high.

Luke 1:78–79 NASB | A Testimony

There was a time in my life at age 30 when I took a new position as a (HTS) Rehabilitation Specialist,
caring for young adults with autism — one of many roles in life I cherished.
I’d moved just three miles from the house I managed
in order to be ever prompt and present —
the kind of dependable leader I most wanted to be.

But that first entire week,
I had been late every single day.

It was Friday morning.
Like some comedy scene in a movie, I was scrambling —
brushing my hair and teeth, hopping on one foot while trying to get my shoes on,
pulling my sweater over my shoulder,
but the arm of the garment didn’t seem to want to give way —
doing everything I could to move faster, to no avail.

I didn’t own a phone.
Cell phones were not as readily popular back then.
With no way to call and make apologies,
my frustrations began mounting —
an overwhelming feeling in my gut.

And as I rushed, I began speaking aloud —
to God.

I said,
“Father, I can’t be late again. I’m the boss. How’s this going to look?”
But underneath the frustration was something simple and sincere.
I was really saying:
Help me.

Not just with the clock,
but with the pressure of walking my then-current purpose.
With my lingering fears that I wouldn’t be good enough.
That somehow I wasn’t worthy of the role they graciously offered me.
In that exact moment, I was filled with the sudden absence of peace.

Not yet aware that what I was doing that morning — talking aloud —
was me actually giving an honest, simple, childlike prayer.
In the moment.
Without heavy-laced words of grandeur.

Just me —
a child of God asking for help.

And then, as I stood in the doorway,
the Holy Spirit rushed in like a warm rushing wind.
It nearly knocked me over.
My breath caught.
My steps paused.

And suddenly —
my spiritual eyes were opened.

The trees, the buildings, all the clutter of the world —
it all faded and melted away as if the skies parted right in front of me.

And I saw the Sunrise on High —
Larger than life. Mighty. Radiant. Alive with glory.

Then I heard God speak — clear and certain:

“This morning is for you — and every day after it.”

That moment stayed with me all day.
It fueled me, making my burdens light.

I had the most wonderful day.
A 16-hour shift felt like it had just begun.
I was fresh, renewed, full of love, and overflowing with the joy of the Lord.
It carried me through every moment.

And I couldn’t wait to get home —
to be alone with God.

After arriving home that evening,
as I took my shoes off and reached for the Bible
with a question in my heart:

“Was that really You, Father?”

And He answered:

“Oh, thank You for acknowledging Me.”
“What else can I do for you today?” He said.

I fell to the floor on my knees, weeping —
the same as I had done the day I gave my life to God
on June 12, 1987,
having discovered what Jesus had done for me all those many years before.

Here I was — with some new transformative experience —
surrendered in awe.
I found myself on my knees in the mighty presence of the Living God.

He loved me so much
that He blessed my day with such ease of effort,
gifting me His joy.

My cup runneth over with His unmatchless love —
when not only had He already blessed me,
but still yet He wanted to give me more…

No longer in my hands was the Bible —
it had now spilled open onto the carpet where I was kneeling.
And then something awe-struck amazing happened.

The pages turned — not by my fingers,
but as if guided by the Holy Spirit.

The pages opened wide from the bridge of the spine —
and there, the scripture lit up before my eyes,
glowing like light from another world floating in mid air:

“Because of the tender mercy of our God,
With which the Sunrise from on high will visit us,
To shine on those who sit in darkness and the shadow of death,
To guide our feet into the way of peace.”
— Luke 1:78–79, NASB

“It was the dawn of my life —
a faith walk I had blindly been walking…
and suddenly, my eyes were opened.
My spiritual eyes, that is.”

That morning was more than a moment.
It was a visitation.
A holy answer.
A beginning.

And now —
this sunrise is for you, too.

For every soul still sitting quietly wondering if God is still with them…
For every heart that’s ever whispered,
“Was that really You, Lord?”
I offer this:

He sees you.
He is the One who illuminates your path.
He knows the path you’ve been walking — blind as it may seem.
He knows right where you are.
And no circumstance on earth
can keep you from the love of God.

And just when you least expect it —
He will come in
like a rushing, mighty wind
in the dawn of a new day.
As the Sunrise from on High…
He will visit you.

From my quiet heart to yours,
may you hear His whisper…

— Spring Lynn Booth
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