The voice of the Lord is over the waters;
the God of glory thunders,
the Lord, over many waters.
The voice of the Lord is powerful;
the voice of the Lord is full of majesty.
The voice of the Lord breaks the cedars;
the Lord breaks the cedars of Lebanon.
He makes Lebanon to skip like a calf,
and Sirion like a young wild ox.
The voice of the Lord flashes forth flames of fire.
The voice of the Lord shakes the wilderness;
The Lord shakes the wilderness of Kadesh.
The voice of the Lord makes the deer give birth
and strips the forests bare,
and in his temple all cry, “Glory!”
When I call my dad while he’s at work, I know immediately when he’s alone or with company. I know by his voice. It’s either a voice completely engulfed in love & affection - “Hiiiiiiiii Yoooooooooon~ ^__^” or a voice kind but professional - “Eung, Yoon!” When I hear his voice, regardless of his tone, I feel like I am nudging myself into his arms in our living room, on our couch, with the TV mindlessly on. It’s his voice. Before any utterance, before specific words stream out. It’s his voice that I am so familiar with. I may hear it via my cellphone amidst the chatter and honking and hustling of the city in my background. I may hear it through so much other noise but I hear it. And when I hear it, in comes a sense of belonging. I belong - as his daughter. fully. entirely.
& the Lord’s voice. His voice that rumbles. This voice that is for me. Whispers, talks, and at times shouts to me. Personally. Toward me. This voice that made the heavens and the earth declares that I belong. I belong to this voice. In the fierceness and gentleness of His voice. I belong - as His daughter. fully. entirely.