Holy God, when you give audience to Elijah on Mount Horeb, you spoke not in tornado, nor earthquake, nor forest fire, but a still, small voice; a voice so small, Elijah could easily have missed it. With all the sounds and screens and devices talking over you, how easy it is to miss your voice. We even mistake those shouting, arguing, clamoring, grandiose personalities for speaking in your voice. But your still, small voice speaks truth, love, patience, compassion, and forgiveness. Grant our hearts and our minds the stillness we need to hear you as you whisper peace. Amen