Whispers In The Quiet

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Spring Lynn Booth Writer • Intercessor • Keeper of Quiet Moments Spring is a devoted Mother & Grandmother . Who is an inspired writer with a prayerful soul who shares encouragement, faith, and gentle wisdom through her blog Whispers in the Quiet. Drawing from her journey of healing, hope, and divine whispers, she creates a sacred space where weary hearts find rest and renewal. With a heart for ministry, creativity, and legacy, Spring invites readers to pause, listen, and embrace the quiet strength within. Proverbs 31: 26 NKJV “She opens her mouth with wisdom, And on her tongue is the law of kindness.”

  • A Lesson Learned

    Humble Moments a Lesson gifted in Wisdom

    In the journey of our lives, we are faced with many obstacles—some difficult, others less so. Yet in every moment, whether dynamic or quiet, something deeper is happening:

    We are being lovingly shaped by a Father who desires that we mature in Christ, that we become prepared in the right season for every step along the path we’re called to walk.

    With each season comes a variation of emotions, some full of hope, joy, and blessings—gifts given in due course.

    When we surrender our lives to Jesus, the road ahead may not always feel easier. To be set apart often asks something from us. But even in those refining places, there are still hidden gifts from a loving Father.

    With each lesson, we often find simple wisdom, and within that refinement, a blessing. Woven in love are the challenges meant to sharpen us and shape a more meaningful coexistence, that we might be wise and true—to share these simple gifts with others, that they too shall glean deeply from an overflowing cup. Learning in a mature fashion and enduring well, till we are gathered up in heavenly places, reunited in the Kingdom above.

    He watches over us with great care, guiding our steps, illuminating the way before us.

    “Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.”
     — Psalm 119:105 (KJV)

    Gentle Wisdom: A Moment of Boasting

    Some years ago, I found myself on the side of the road needing assistance with a flat tire. A kind man stopped to offer his help. I didn’t have emergency roadside services with my insurance company and found myself in real need. This kind stranger called a tow truck, who then repaired my tire.

    My heart stirred with gratitude, and I began asking the Lord how I might bless this man in return.

    But as this exchange unfolded, I witnessed the man boast about his help to me, loudly telling the tow truck driver what he had done. In that moment, I heard the Holy Spirit whisper a truth I would not soon forget:

    “He has already received his reward… and lost the greater gift.”

    I was suddenly disappointed—not in his act of kindness, but in the moment he forfeited something far more valuable. Though I thanked him graciously, my heart was heavy. If he had held his tongue, the Lord would have graced him with a blessing beyond his comprehension. His deed would not have gone unnoticed in Heaven.

    But because he failed to leave room for Heaven’s blessing, he allowed something sacred to slip away.

    If only he had held space for God’s glory—let Heaven honor him, not man.

    “Take heed that ye do not your alms before men, to be seen of them: otherwise ye have no reward of your Father which is in heaven.
     Therefore when thou doest thine alms, do not sound a trumpet before thee…
     But when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth:
     That thine alms may be in secret: and thy Father which seeth in secret himself shall reward thee openly.”
     — Matthew 6:1–4 (KJV)

    In that moment, I saw just how precious—and how specific—God’s gifts really are.
    Though we do not know them until the hour they come, we can be sure by the loving nature of our Heavenly Father that He gives good gifts to His children, and that the reward is beyond our capability to measure.

    “Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.”
     — James 1:17 (KJV)

    He is the Father of lights—the One who gives purely, consistently, and without shifting. Unlike people, who may give, take, or change to suit their emotions, our Heavenly Father is steady.
     He does not forget the faithful.

    “If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?”
     — Matthew 7:11 (KJV)

    When we give without seeking attention, when we love without boasting, and when we trust Him with the outcome—we make room for the greater gift: His reward.

    The Gift of Waiting

    Waiting on God’s timing can feel wearisome.
    But when we wait with trust and patience, we are saying,
    “Father, I want Your will more than I want my way.”

    It is in the waiting that our roots grow deeper.
    It is in the waiting that we are strengthened, matured, and prepared to carry the very gifts He plans to pour out.

    We never know if the prayer we’ve been asking to be answered is attached to an act of charity we must first give—a love offering with no motive other than to live like Jesus.

    “But if we hope for that we see not, then do we with patience wait for it.”
     — Romans 8:25 (KJV)

    “Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for him… fret not thyself because of him who prospereth in his way…”
     — Psalm 37:7 (KJV)

    So whether you’re helping a stranger, praying for provision, or quietly serving when no one sees—do it unto the Lord.

    Let your giving be hidden in heaven, not paraded before man.

    Know this:
     God sees.
    God knows.
    God rewards.

    And He gives every good and perfect gift in due time—just as the light shines steadily from the Father above.

    We can be certain that as we mature in Christ and become selfless in our charity, love is given back to us in the form of heavenly blessings—come down from a loving Father of lights, who will shine His light on our acts of mercy by divine appointment, set apart for our good.

    “Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
     And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing.
     And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing.”
     — 1 Corinthians 13:1–3 (KJV)

    “And above all things have fervent charity among yourselves: for charity shall cover the multitude of sins.”
     — 1 Peter 4:8 (KJV)

    A Prayer to Our Father of Lights

    Heavenly Father,
    Thank You for the good and perfect gifts You send—seen and unseen.
    Thank You for growing us in wisdom, in patience, and in spiritual maturity.
    Teach us to wait on You, to serve in secret, and to trust You for every reward that matters.
    Help us to lay aside the need for human approval so we can receive the joy of Heaven’s blessing.
    Shine Your light upon our path, and guide us always in truth.
    In Jesus’ name,
    Amen.



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

    Spring Lynn Booth

    https://whispers-in-the-quiet.org
    HopeMinistries2010@yahoo.com

    © 2025 Spring Lynn Booth. You may share this post only with credit and a link back to this site. Do not republish or copy without written permission.

  • A Father’s Love

    In My Mind’s Eye: A Moment to Remember…

    Some memories live quietly behind the scenes, tucked deep in the soul, waiting for the right key to unlock their warmth.
    It opens the door to a time when life was both simple and tender, and love was quietly being sown into the heart of a little girl.

    Through the lens of a child learning to navigate life, I remember the way grace showed up.
    In some of the most grand gestures, in those quiet, steady acts of care, I found a gift of love beyond blood ties—fraternal bonds that built a treasure trove of memories in my little girl heart.

    My stepfather’s unconditional love was one of those sacred gifts.
    He didn’t just raise me; he made space for me to feel safe, seen, and celebrated.
    In every gentle act—from building a playhouse to letting me stay up just a little longer in his lap—he was telling me, without words: You are worthy of my love.

    These small, sweet memories became the architecture of my inner world.
    They taught me what joy felt like, and even now, they continue to sustain me.
    These are not just stories—they are sacred echoes of a love that shaped a life, into the me I become.

    When I was five, my stepfather built me a playhouse in the backyard—a real one, not made of plastic or plywood scraps, but crafted with care, from floorboard to window frame.
    He painted it pink with white trim and fashioned a door in place.
    His gift touched my childlike mind in such a way as my heart will never forget his love.
    What an honor to say I was gifted my first house at age five.
    My mother sewed Strawberry Shortcake curtains.
    He gave me a skeleton key and carved a tiny keyhole in the door, just for pretend.

    That same birthday, I had chicken pox.
    So when my father, a world-class baker, made my Wonder Woman cake—she had them too.
    Three red dots on her cheek, just like mine.

    Some of my favorite childhood memories include sneaking down the hallway with my brother, trying to hide on each side of his recliner so we could peek around and watch TV with him.
    We thought we were being sneaky.
    But he always knew.
    He’d tap us on the head with a smile, and sometimes, he let us climb into his lap and stay for a while.

    My stepfather, Danny, was deaf but never distant.
    He served in Pearl Harbor as one of the first impaired MPs in active duty wartime service.
    He graduated as valedictorian from UC Berkeley, and later became a teacher at a school for the blind and deaf.

    But in the end, despite all his education and accomplishments, he chose joy.
    He became a baker—because he wanted to make people happy.

    He was, in 1979, listed as one of the primary baking artists in the World’s Guinness Book of Records, having created the largest wedding cake to date.
    It went, I believe, 42 stories tall—2 stories outside the skyscraper Seattle Sears Tower in Washington.

    (I will look for the newspaper clippings to post at another time.)

    I remember the way his eyes would twinkle like Santa Claus when he smiled.
    He didn’t need words to make you feel safe or seen.
    You just knew.
    And with his goodness, I found a childhood worth remembering.

    The last time I saw my stepfather on his porch, I asked him:
    Daddy, do you know Jesus?

    He smiled, and gave me such a look that his heart immediately knew how much I loved him.
    His face seemed to light up and looked flushed in glory, and his loving eyes full of light twinkled as he smiled.
    “Yes,” he signed back.
    And we embraced for the last time.

    My father—though he wasn’t a blood relation—was as true a father as any little girl could ask for.

    And though I had grown up unsure how to ask the man who became my world if he knew the God of creation and surrendered to the Savior—our Jesus—I am so glad that, in the last time I saw him, I was brave enough to ask.

    The light on his face told me everything.
    And I know one day we will meet again in Heavenly places.

    And what a day that will be—
    A family bound by a love that was gifted so sweet.

    In this remembrance, I can say that his love gave me the blueprints to recognize and accept the love of my Heavenly Father—through his tender and wonderful care of a daughter only his by proxy.

    Scriptures

    “As a father has compassion on his children, so the Lord has compassion on those who fear him.”
     — Psalm 103:13

    “The Lord your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in His love He will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing.”
    — Zephaniah 3:17 (NIV)

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

    http://whispers-in-the-quiet.org
    HopeMinistries2010@yahoo.com

    © 2025 Spring Lynn Booth. You may share this post only with credit and a link back to this site. Do not republish or copy without written permission.

  •  Alive in Christ

      Alive in Christ 

    A Story of Tender Intercession

    There are sacred moments in life when compassion rises before understanding,
    when love acts faster than logic,
    and the soul quietly steps into a place only heaven truly sees.

    This is a story of one of those moments—
    when pain was spoken in a whisper,
    and I became a shelter for someone who had none.
    Not because I had the answers,
    but because something holy stirred within me that said,
    “You can’t let her walk this alone.”

    It is a story of courage wrapped in silence,
    of faith lived out not in words,
    but in blankets, and kindness, and presence.
    It is a story of tender intercession—
    and what it truly means to be alive in Christ.

    There are moments in life when heaven bends low, and a person—often unnoticed, often young—is given the opportunity to stand in the gap. I didn’t know that language then. I didn’t understand the weight of what I was carrying. But I knew one thing: I could not let her suffer alone.

    She was my friend. A foster child, already weathered by life’s storms by the time we met. There was a look in her eyes—a quiet caution, a knowing—that didn’t belong to someone her age. When she confided in me that she was being sexually abused in her foster home, I didn’t have to think. I simply responded. With the kind of fierce compassion only a child who’s seen too much can offer, I told her i could hide her in the play house where i lived. That she could come home with me.

    And so she did.

    Behind my house on Sweet Street was a small playhouse—meant for a storage shed, which became a childhood retreat. I transformed it into a shelter. I brought her pillows, blankets, water, and snacks. My uncle Bruce, now passed on, was the only adult who knew. He helped me keep her hidden, quietly guiding me on when it was safe to visit. We lived behind a gas station, so she had access to restrooms and supplies during the day.

    For ten days, I did what I could to give her comfort.
    I hung laundry out back just so I’d have a reason to be near her without raising suspicion. I brought her clean clothes. I became her lookout, her provider, her only safe person.

    We were just teenagers, trying to navigate a world far too complicated for our years. In those days, abuse wasn’t spoken of the way it is now. Foster youth didn’t always have advocates. And children weren’t taught where to turn when trust was broken.

    Eventually, both our hearts knew—we had to tell someone.

    We agreed to go to school together and speak with the one adult we believed we could trust: our dean, Mrs. Pasquini. But when we arrived, the police were already there. My friend had been reported as a runaway.

    She panicked and ran.
    Without hesitation, I ran too.
    Not because I knew what to do, or why we were running. Not because I thought we’d get away.
    But because I couldn’t let her face it alone.

    We were caught in a nearby field within minutes. The officer looked at me and asked gently,
    “You weren’t in trouble. Why did you run?”

    And all I could say was,
    “I don’t know. I just didn’t want her to go through it alone.”

    That moment changed the trajectory of my life. I was expelled. My family didn’t understand the depth of what I had done or why. It was the first of many rifts that distanced me from their love. But I’ve never regretted it.

    Because that’s what it means to stand in the gap.
    It means choosing to step between pain and the person carrying it.
    It means bearing burdens you were never meant to carry—but doing it anyway, because love compels you.

    What I didn’t know then was that I was already walking in my intercessory calling.
    Not in prayer circles or pulpits—but in a quiet shed in a backyard.
    With a five gallon bucket, some hung laundry, and whispered courage.

    That day, grace intervened.
    The school dean—Mrs. Pasquini—didn’t just hear our story.
    She listened.
    And she chose to adopt my friend, changing her life forever.

    Alive in Christ means exactly that:
    To be so fully alive in Him that we feel what He feels.
    To carry the weight of injustice when others simply walk by.
    To step into the unknown, not for recognition, but for perfect love.

    If you’ve ever been misunderstood for doing what was right…
    If you’ve paid a price for someone else’s safety…
    If you’ve carried a burden in silence and stood in the shadows on someone else’s behalf…
    Then you’ve already stood in the gap.

    And friend, you are alive in Christ—fully, beautifully, sacrificially alive.

     Closing Reflection

    Some moments are remembered not because they require praise,
    but because they were consecrated—set apart by love that cost something.
    This was one of those moments.

    To carry another’s pain in silence,
    to stand watch in the shadows,
    to run alongside someone who’s terrified—
    these are not acts the world rewards.
    But heaven remembers.

    Looking back, I now see this moment for what it truly was:
    a tender act of intercession,
    a priestly offering not of sacrifice, but of presence,
    a prophetic stand when the world turned away.

    To be alive in Christ is to become a resting place for His compassion.
    To be willing to feel what He feels,
    weep where He weeps,
    and stand where others will not.

    It is the path of the intercessor.
    The mantle of the priest.
    The ache of the prophet.

    As hard as it was,  I would choose it again.

     Scriptures That Now Illuminate the Story:

    The Intercessor’s Calling: Standing in the Gap

    Ezekiel 22:30 (KJV)
    “And I sought for a man among them, that should make up the hedge, and stand in the gap before me for the land, that I should not destroy it: but I found none.”

    Galatians 6:2 (NIV)
    “Carry each other’s burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ.”

    The Priesthood of Aaron: Standing Between Life and Death

    Numbers 16:48 (KJV)
    “And he stood between the dead and the living; and the plague was stayed.”

    Malachi 2:7 (NKJV)
    “For the lips of a priest should keep knowledge, and people should seek the law from his mouth; for he is the messenger of the Lord of hosts.”

    The Jeremiah Walk: The Weeping Prophet’s Call

    Jeremiah 1:5 (KJV)
    “Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee; and before thou camest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee, and I ordained thee a prophet unto the nations.”

    Jeremiah 9:1 (NKJV)
    “Oh, that my head were waters, and my eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain…”

    For The Reader

    If you’ve ever felt overlooked in your obedience—
    if you’ve ever paid a price for someone else’s freedom—
    know this:
    You were never invisible to God.

    You were chosen to stand.
    And when you did, you stood in the very place where Christ Himself intercedes—
    between brokenness and mercy,
    between judgment and grace,
    between what was lost and what can be redeemed.

    You were alive in Christ.
    You still are.


    From my quiet heart to yours, May you hear His whisper…
    Spring Lynn Booth


    Visit:whispers-in-the-quiet.org
    Email: Hopeministries2010@yahoo.com

    © 2025 Spring Lynn Booth. This writing is a personal testimony and is published for the purpose of Christian encouragement, intercessory faith-building, and the furthering of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. All Scripture quoted is from the Holy Bible and used with reverence for God’s Word. This post may not be reproduced without permission but may be shared freely for personal or ministry use.

  • A Box of Sox Ministry

    Purpose:

    I am launching A Faith Based call to intercessory through a ministry i affectionately named
    “A Box Of Sox Ministry” . I am not fully operational or registered at this time. As I operate solely on donations of funds to register, & purchase goods, boxes, and storage fees , office supplies extra to operate.

    This Ministry God has laid on my heart long ago, and perfecting ever since, has really taken root in my heart in this return home to the California Valley. Its call and purpose is to aid The Holy Spirit and bridge the Gap!

    That by the commission to show compassion, i may help my fellow brothers & Sister’s find there way back to God. And connecting them back to Shepard’s in the Faith to steward and lead them, that they may not be lost in the pursuit to kingdom glory.

    I am willing to take store bought items specifically delegated and outlined for theses love offerings. I have a Storage unit presently that needs repurposed for this matter. At such time as i have acquired enough funds and goods to begin creating theses essential love boxes, see list below for needed items.

    My hope is by my courage & obedience in asking the community of professional corporations as well as public believers or none believers to help in acquiring the needed items and resources for this tax exemptible offerings to fund this Ministry legitimately.

    Once all funds & goods are in place i will be reaching out to fellow Faith based communities to assist in gaining a vetting list to verify local accredited none profit’s, church’s, & outreaches, who will agree to send word of mouth/ electronic printable invitations too my ministry.

    When they believe they have a person who not only has a need for theses items but are inquiring about salvation. Or You feel they may be under conviction of surrender for intercessory consulting.

    Cards will be distributed either by a electronic link as a formal invitation that can be printed with clients legal name information so that i may safeguard the acquired disbursed records for tax purposes to prove my legal legitimate distribution of goods and funds as a none profit entity.

    Often times individuals feel intimidated by big churches and will not surrender when they feel they will be under pressure or judgment . A Box Of Sox Ministry is here to Bridge that Gap.

    Aiding them and fellow ministries that they may find a whispered moment with God by required consolation in leu of receiving a love offering ( the box of sox & goods ) this invitation is to intercede with them. Either plant the seed, water the sed, and direct them back to faith based leaders for stewardship. When they have had a quiet encounter with God ; ready to take the leap of faith in a surrendered conversional change of life event as a brother or sister for kingdom glory.

    Needed Items: The boxes of sox

    1 Sox= male, female, Adult & child sizes of all kinds

    2 laundry soap -No bleach items

    3 Shampoo & Conditioner

    4 Bath soap bar or liquid body wash

    5 Deodorant spry or stick solid/gel

    6 Tooth paste & Toothbrushes

    7 Loofah

    8 Sanitary napkins

    9 Raisers & Shaving cream

    10 Lysol none aerosol all purpose disinfectant cleaning spray

    11 Baby whips or other sanitary whips

    12 Toilet paper

    13 Bibles

    14 Boxes -for distribution

    15 box tape

    Other items for operation:

    Card stock, Computer paper, stamps , envelopes , printer ink,

    Storage fees, Registration fees, Insurance fees, Transportation fees, business related services, Supportive services fees, Security, Communication services, Wireless services, advertising, platform costs many other Miscellaneous.

    note: I will be networking engaging in communications in hopes of negotiation’s with Yardley English lavender soap co. as a co-partnership in providing a charitable donation every time their soap is purchased for donation to my ministry. Still in very early drafting stage for negotiation’s).

    I will be updating and asking that loved ones family friends and community aid me in achieving my dreams and building up the Kingdome for the glory and love of God.

    From my quiet heart to yours, may you hear His whisper…
    — Spring Lynn Booth

    All financial donations accepted: fallow URL coded link- via: Whispers in the Quiet

    Disclaimer:
    “I am not a pastor. I am a true believer who has walked with God 30+plus years of my 50 years of life.
    I am not trying to build a congregation. I am simply an intercessor—a spiritual bridge—to help the lost pause long enough to hear the Holy Spirit whisper. My role is to plant, to water, and then to connect those ready for more to shepherds and churches prepared to walk with them.”

    – Spring Lynn Booth
    Founder, Intercessor, and Storyteller

    Visit: whispers-in-the-quiet.org
    Email: Hopeministries2010@yahoo.com
    FB: A Box Of Sox Ministry

    © 2025 Spring Lynn Booth. –“This ministry vision and all related content are the original work of Spring Lynn Booth. Please do not reproduce, publish, or distribute any part of this without written permission.”

  • Faith Like a Mustard Seed

    Childlike Faith, Bold Declarations, and the God Who Answers
    My Testimony:

    This is a powerful testimony that holds a fundamental truth—a witness of authentic faith. It’s an unimaginable story of my own childlike faith in the powerful authority of Jesus’ name . In hopes others might see that faith like a mustard seed can move mountains.  A testament shared that others might  have eyes to see that though my words may seem unlikely, they are true. From my youth until now, this faith has given me knowledge, strength, and the hope to carry on believing with certainty in a miracle working God.

    The Radio and the Prayer

    When I was just 12 years old, I experienced what it meant to have faith like a mustard seed—a love that moves into action. It might sound a little silly, but one day I was trying to pray in my bedroom, and my sibling was blasting music from a radio—specifically Shout at the Devil by Black Sabbath. I asked him to turn it down so I could pray in peace. He refused and turned it up louder.

    So, I spoke—out loud and boldly. I said:

    “In the name of JESUS, I command this radio to turn off.”

    And it did.

    My brother called me a witch. But what he didn’t realize is that I didn’t speak from my own authority—I spoke in Jesus’ name. I looked at him and said simply, “No, I am a Believer.”

    “Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain,
     ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.”
     (Matthew 17:20, NIV)

    Intersession for my family

    The key that day was not just the words I spoke—it was that my actions were lined up with the perfect will of God, in His authority and power by the name of Jesus.  I was on my knees, interceding in earnest prayer, naming every single family member name by name—asking Jesus to save them, to heal them, and to make Himself known in their lives.

    Years later, when I was approximately 23, I walked into my grandmother’s house  on Tipton street after not seeing her for a long time. She looked at me and said, “Sissy, everyone in our family is saved. Everyone knows God.”

    Just as those words left her lips, the Holy Spirit whispered in my ear—as He always does, calling me by name—“Spring, I answered your prayers. I answered your prayers.”

    And in that moment, the Lord brought my mind back to that day when I was 12 years old—kneeling in my bedroom, praying through tears, crying out for my family. Even the radio incident came flooding back. I smiled, thinking how the angels must have chuckled at the sight of two preteen kids, one praying fervently and the other blasting music—yet in that very moment, God moved.

    “The earnest prayer of a righteous person has great power and produces wonderful results.”
     (James 5:16, NLT)

    When We Line Up with His Will

    It didn’t happen because of who I was—but because my heart and my actions aligned with God’s perfect will.

    We as believers—made in His image and saved by grace—have been given the authority to call things into being in alignment with His will. We are His hands, His feet, His voice, and His strength on Earth. Jesus said we would do even greater things than He did.

    “Very truly I tell you, whoever believes in me will do the works I have been doing,
     and they will do even greater things than these, because I am going to the Father.”
     (John 14:12, NIV)

    All we need is faith—even the size of a mustard seed—and a willingness to speak life into the world around us.

    The Power of Our Words

    Scripture says the tongue, though small, holds the power of life and death. With it, we can raise the dead, heal the sick, and set captives free. So may we be thoughtful with our words—may our mouths be bridled with temperance and self-control. May the fruit of the Spirit fill our thoughts so we might operate in a way that pleases God.

    When our hearts and words align with the mind of Christ, we can and will rebuke the enemy. Demonic oppression must flee when confronted by believers who know their authority in Jesus’ name.

    “The tongue has the power of life and death,
     and those who love it will eat its fruit.”
     (Proverbs 18:21, NIV)

    This nation needs a revival of faith-filled believers who boldly wear the name of Jesus—the Creator of all life, the Giver of every good gift.

    He Still Works Miracles

    So I say this: do not pray for miracles, then turn around and say, “Oh, God doesn’t do that anymore.” In saying so, you rob yourself of the wonder and help He longs to give. Love, believe, speak, and act in perfect love, for love is our greatest weapon.

    “There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear,
     because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.”
     (1 John 4:18, NIV)

    “Above all, love each other deeply,
     because love covers over a multitude of sins.”
     (1 Peter 4:8, NIV)

    Even though my brother was trying to irritate me to gain my attention i knew that what i felt lead  in accomplishing by my sincere love of my family was more important than him calling me a witch—and even though we live in a world that romanticizes spiritual darkness under the banner of fantasy and entertainment—I stand firm in my identity. I am a child of God. This testimony is proof:
     we, the truly converted and Spirit-filled, have full authority in Jesus’ name to rebuke the devil and resist every evil force that comes against us.

    Yes, we are weak—but that’s where His strength shines. It’s in those pure, faith-filled moments that mountains of doubt are moved—not only in our lives, but in the lives of those who witness our walk.

    May this testimony stir your faith, help you to hear the whispered promptings of God. To walk in His Perfect will , and further remind you of your authority in the name of our Lord, and rekindle your boldness in Christ Jesus.

    From my quiet heart to yours, may you hear His whisper…
    —     Spring Lynn Booth

    Visit:whispers-in-the-quiet.org
    Email: Hopeministries2010@yahoo.com

    © 2025 Spring Lynn Booth. This writing is a personal testimony and is published for the purpose of Christian encouragement, intercessory faith-building, and the furthering of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. All Scripture quoted is from the Holy Bible and used with reverence for God’s Word. This post may not be reproduced without permission but may be shared freely for personal or ministry use with acknowledgment and reference back to this blog.

  • Hearing God in Hindsight

    A story of missed warning, maternal love, and learning to listen for the whisper

    Introduction

    Sometimes the most pivotal lessons in our spiritual journey don’t arrive with fanfare or heavenly thunder. Sometimes, they show up in the quiet voice we mistake for our own thoughts—in a borrowed car, a teenage son, and the aching realization that maybe, just maybe, God was speaking all along.

    This is one of those stories. One where nothing went quite right. No miracle tied it up in a bow. But grace still found its way in.

    The Red Car and a Quiet Whisper

    We were preparing to move, and the house was in a flurry of boxes and chaos. My little red sports car—a Toyota Celica, if I remember correctly—had just come back from the shop, running like a dream. It had a sunroof and a personality, and it held more memories than miles. I loved taking the kids out in that car. It made us all feel a little lighter, a little cooler.

    William, my oldest, had learned to drive early. I taught him at just eight years old, now 16 and he was a natural—calm, focused, a good listener. We shared similar sensory struggles, so we communicated in an unspoken rhythm. Benjermen, my middle son, was more hesitant. He was cautious and deeply concerned about my disapproval, which made him nervous behind the wheel.

    That day, William asked if he could drive Benjermen to a friend’s house. Normally, I’d ride along—but I was overwhelmed and distracted. “Just go straight there and back,” I told him. He nodded, confident.

    Then it happened.

    A quiet voice, not audible but internal, nudged me:

    “Don’t let him take the car.”
     It was so soft, I brushed it off like a passing worry.
    “That’s just me being overprotective,” I thought.
    So I let them go.


    The Call and the Crash

    It was only a short drive, but over an hour passed with no word. Then came a knock on the door—our neighbor, breathless.

    “We heard from Benjermen. They’ve been in a small accident.”

    My stomach dropped.

    They weren’t hurt, No one else was involved, but William was traumatized. He was in a full state of panic, muttering, “Mom’s going to hate me. She’s going to hate me.” He wasn’t even able to respond to anyone clearly. He was shutting down. The thought of him losing my trust and love had unraveled him completely.

    I gave instructions:

    “Put him in the passenger seat. If the police come, say I was driving.”
    It wasn’t the truth. But he didn’t have a license, only a permit, and I didn’t want that moment to destroy his future.

    When I arrived, I didn’t scold. I didn’t even ask what happened.
    I wrapped my arms around my son.
    And I held him tight.

    When a Hug Becomes a Lifeline

    That was the moment I realized how essential physical affection was for William—not as a general show of love, but as an anchor to keep his heart from drifting.

    I had always hugged my children. They were raised on affirmation and affection. But this moment shifted something. For William, hugs became something more: reassurance, safety, home.

    He had truly believed I might stop loving him over a car.

    And while I did mourn that little red Celica—it was later taken by a tow company who claimed it was totaled, only for me to see it resold and driven around town—I gained something far more valuable. I gained insight into my son’s heart. And I gained a clearer picture of how God must feel when we miss His voice—not with anger, but with compassion.

    Missing the Whisper

    I knew deep down that God had warned me.
    It wasn’t thunder or lightning.
    It wasn’t even fear.
    It was just a gentle prompt. A whisper.
    And in my humanness, I ignored it.

    “My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me.”
    —John 10:27 (NIV)

    I’m one of His sheep. And I do hear Him. But that day, I didn’t recognize His voice because I hadn’t made enough space to cultivate my hearing. I let the busyness of the moment overtake the quiet whisper of the Shepherd.

    And in hindsight, I saw clearly:

    That was Him.
    He was trying to protect us both.

    Not Every Story Ends in Triumph—But All of Them Can Teach

    We lost the car. William wouldn’t take his driver’s exam after that. His fear and his learning challenges—much like mine—kept him from passing the written test. He carries a tender heart and a mind full of gifts that don’t always fit into the world’s expectations. I know that road too well.

    But what we gained was far more eternal.

    He now knows that my love doesn’t shatter with mistakes.
    And I now know that hearing God’s voice is not about perfection—it’s about practice, presence, and priority.

    Cultivating a Life that Hears Him

    If I want to hear God clearly in the moment—not just in hindsight—I have to draw near to Him intentionally:

    • In prayer
    • In stillness
    • In His Word
    • In community
    • In obedience

    “Trust in the Lord with all your heart
    and lean not on your own understanding;
    in all your ways submit to him,
    and he will make your paths straight.”
    —Proverbs 3:5–6 (NIV)

    Closing Thought

    I wish I had listened to that whisper the first time.
    But I thank God He still spoke through the wreckage.

    And if you, like me, have missed the voice of God in a moment that mattered, know this:
    He hasn’t stopped speaking.
    And He certainly hasn’t stopped loving you.

    For the Reader


    Have you ever looked back and realized God was trying to tell you something all along?
    What might it look like to tune your heart more closely to the sound of Gods Whispered voice?

    Please share my blog, and forgive that—though I am striving to live like Jesus—I am still human. And though I believe in justice and don’t wish to promote lawlessness, I did make a choice that was right for my little family: by teaching my sons to drive early, in the event anything should happen to me as a single mother. It proved to be life-saving, but that is for another true-life story.

    From my quiet heart to yours, may you hear His whisper…
    — Spring Lynn Booth

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    Email: Hopeministries2010@yahoo.com

    © 2025 Spring Lynn Booth. You may share this post only with credit and a link back to this site. Do not republish or copy without written permission.

  • When the Miraculous Found Me

    Testimony: When the Miraculous Found Me in My Car at the Park

    A True, Life-Affirming Moment of Prophecy, Obedience, and Divine Presence.

     Introduction:

    There are moments in life that sometimes arrive cloaked in awestruck wonder, and they leave their profound impressions with nothing more than a whisper. These moments come quietly—like morning covers softly tucked around us, like a deep, satisfying sleep that wakes you refreshed, full of purpose. These moments don’t exclaim Gods presence with loud bravado; they hush us. They pause us. They make us aware of something otherworldly—something holy. Before the testimony unfolded, there was simply a guidance… a prompt of direction… a sacred interruption. When all you can do is obey, that is the cost of surrender—a faithful Leader who knows the plans He has for you and designs a life of encounters to lead you on your way, to add quality to your salvation, power, purpose, and authority for Kingdom glory. His love proves perfect, and His Word will not return void. These whispers in the quiet are the times God communes with us—a loving God who is ever-present and waiting for us saints to pick up the mantle of our callings and trust Him with His guidance and give our obedience as He expects. A whisper that rearranges everything.
    What follows is a story not about performance, but about presence—and the miracle working power that falls when we listen in obedience.

    A Testimony: When the Miraculous Found Me at the Park

    I was planning to visit a church outing that Saturday morning, while my children played under the supervision of a chaperone at the pool with the children’s church. But as I sat with a group of people at the church outing , the Holy Messenger of God whispered clearly:

    “Leave now. Make no excuses.”

    “My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me.”
     — John 10:27 (KJV)

    I obeyed. I politely told the group I had to go, then gathered my four children from the summer church event and left.

    That Morning we were supposed to meet my stepfather, Allan, at the park where we regularly ministered and fed the homeless on Saturdays. But when I arrived, he wasn’t there yet—which was unusual, as he was typically already set up by then.

    There was a bubbling urgency rising in my spirit. I found a nearby payphone—this again was before I had a cell phone—and called him.

    “Dad,” I asked, “did you pray and ask God to have me come to the park today?”

    He paused. Then answered:

    “Yes, I did.” with a chuckle in his voice.

    “I’m already here,” I said. “And I believe God wants me to speak today.”
    “All right,” he said. “I’ll be there soon.”

    I returned to the car with my children. As we waited, the Lord Himself arrived. I don’t mean metaphorically. I mean the Presence of the Living God filled that car so tangibly that my children grew completely still in the back seat.
    They felt Him, too.

    In that holy silence, a light illuminated scripture before my eyes as i opened my Bible, and the Lord said:

    “Speak, and I will fill your mouth with every needed word.”

    “Now therefore go, and I will be with thy mouth, and teach thee what thou shalt say.”
     — Exodus 4:12 (KJV)

    When my stepfather and my stepbrother Robert arrived, Robert kept looking at me and asking, “Sis, are you okay?”

    I said gently, “Yes… but God is doing something. I have to speak today.”

    Both my stepfather and Robert—the leaders of the outreach—yielded the front to me, and I stepped forward under the power of the Holy Spirit.

    I spoke with boldness about surrender, repentance, and obedience—that these are far more powerful than any sacrifice we could offer.

    “Behold, to obey is better than sacrifice, and to hearken than the fat of rams.”
     — 1 Samuel 15:22 (KJV)

    I declared that obedience opens the windows of heaven, where blessings flow that we cannot earn or even contain.

    “…if I will not open you the windows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it.”
     — Malachi 3:10 (KJV)

    I spoke of Jacob’s ladder—that when heaven sees surrendered hearts, the angels of the Lord descend and ascend to carry out God’s will.

    “And he dreamed, and behold a ladder set up on the earth… and behold the angels of God ascending and descending on it.”
     — Genesis 28:12 (KJV)

    I told them this word wasn’t just for those gathered—it was for me too. I had been given a divine charge to obey this very morning. My being there was not an accident. It was a holy appointment.

    And then I began to sing.

    As I lifted my voice with “Amazing Grace,” something happened that had never happened before—and it was beautiful , the glory of God swept over the filed of the lost and they did hear Him.
    The presence of God swept across the park in a way no one could deny.

    “Sing unto the LORD, all the earth; shew forth from day to day his salvation.”
     — 1 Chronicles 16:23 (KJV)

    A young African American woman—beautiful, radiant, with tears streaming down her face—shouted out from the crowd:

    “I want to sing and serve like you do!”

    An elderly woman nearby cried and lifted her hands toward heaven. Men, many of them hardened by the streets, stood in awe-struck silence. Some came forward in groups, kneeling at what we called the “altar”—a simple park bench with a tablecloth draped over it.

    I watched with trembling wonder as God took my voice and stretched it across that entire park.
    Some found Jesus for the first time.
    Some returned in repentance.
    Some found rest for their weary souls.

    “For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword…”
     — Hebrews 4:12 (KJV)

    I still don’t know everything God did that day. But I know this:
    I was witnessing gods divine glory on my life .
    My father’s prayers were answered.
    My children’s hush was holy.
    My brother witnessed something bigger than he knew existed.
    And I became rooted in obedience.

    “And it shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh: and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy…”
     — Acts 2:17 (KJV)

    Closing Reflection: Why Prophecy Still Matters

    “Follow after charity, and desire spiritual gifts, but rather that ye may prophesy.
     He that prophesieth speaketh unto men to edification, and exhortation, and comfort.”
     — 1 Corinthians 14:1,3 (KJV)

    Prophecy is a gift meant to strengthen, uplift, and guide the Body of Christ. It brings clarity where there is confusion, hope where there is sorrow, and direction where there is waiting.
    Above all, it is grounded in love.

    Scriptures on the Poor and the Kingdom

    The Gospel to the Poor

    “The Spirit of the Lord is upon me… to preach the gospel to the poor.”
     — Luke 4:18 (KJV)

    Jesus Identified With the Poor

    “Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.”
     — Matthew 25:40 (KJV)

    Lending to the Lord

    “He that hath pity upon the poor lendeth unto the Lord; and that which he hath given will he pay him again.”
     — Proverbs 19:17 (KJV)

    Reflection Prompt:

    “What if your next act of kindness is a direct investment into the hands of the Lord Himself?”
     “The poor, the forgotten, the weary—they might just be Jesus in disguise. Will you recognize Him when He comes near?”

    Hebrews 13:2 (KJV):
    Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.

    Prayer Moment

    My prayer for all those who read my words
     is that you, too, would feel the hush before the holy. That you would know the gentle weight of God’s presence in ordinary places—like a park, or in your car like I did—hoping above all hope that the small, still voice that whispers in the quiet moments of your life fills you with the grace and authority to walk obediently in the presence of your divine journey, with the Holy Spirit leading the way.
    May your heart remain tender, your ears open, and your steps willing—because sometimes, all heaven needs is one willing soul, listening close enough to hear the whisper… and brave enough to say yes.


    From My quiet heart to yours, may you hear His whisper…
    Spring Lynn Booth

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    Email: Hopeministries2010@yahoo.com


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  • From The Sunrise On High



    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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     Email: Hopeministries2010@yahoo.com

    © 2025 Spring Lynn Booth. You may share this post only with credit and a link back to this site. Do not republish or copy without written permission.

  • Whispers in the Quiet

    Whispers in the Quiet

    A Founder’s Introduction by Spring Lynn Booth

    There is a sound that doesn’t compete with chaos—
    It doesn’t beg for attention or perform for applause.
    It is the sound of Heaven.
    It’s the voice that hovers between thought and breath, calling those who are still enough to hear it.

    Welcome to Whispers in the Quiet.

    I didn’t build this space for entertainment.
    I built it as an altar.
    A place for truth-telling. For soul-reminding. For listening to what God is actually saying—outside the noise of popular opinion or polished religion.

    About the Founder

    My name is Spring Lynn Booth. I’m a writer, intercessor, legacy builder, and an ordained servant of the Lord God. I’ve lived long enough to know the difference between surviving and overcoming—and I know firsthand what it costs to obey the call of God when it costs you everything else.

    This page was born from obedience, not ambition.
    Every word here is drawn from real fires, real faith, and real encounters with the living God.
    My hope is to impart encouragement and gentle wisdom to help you encounter that whisper in the quiet.


    A Gentle Wisdom:

    In the midst of life’s noise, the small, still voice often calls us to pause—to listen deeply rather than react quickly.
    Wisdom grows not from loud declarations but from steady, faithful obedience to that quiet prompting.
    Let your next step be a simple one: pause, breathe, and ask God to make His voice clear—bridging the gap between your heart and mind.

    God speaks in the quiet places, not through chaos or performance. When we pause and listen, we find wisdom, peace, and direction. This blog is a sacred space for those who seek meaning beyond the noise—and for those who are willing to walk in step with a voice that still speaks today.

    A Moment of Meditation:

    Find a quiet place. Close your eyes.
    Take three slow, deep breaths.

    Ask: What is God whispering to me today?
    Let that question sit in the silence.
    Don’t force an answer. Just be still—and receive what comes.

    If something stirred in your spirit during this moment, write it down.
    Was it comfort? A reminder? A prompting?
    Leave a comment share your thoughts —what did the quiet reveal to you today?
    Please consider sharing this post with someone else who may need quiet encouragement today.

    Scripture:

    “And after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.”
    — 1 Kings 19:12 (KJV)

    From my quiet heart to yours, may you hear His whisper…
    — Spring Lynn Booth

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    Email: Hopeministries2010@yahoo.com

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  • Hello World!

    Spring Lynn Booth, Author / Founder of Blog Whispers In The Quiet

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