The Thunder That Whispers Your Name

“The voice of the Lord is over the waters; the God of glory thunders, the Lord thunders over the mighty waters.”
(Psalm 29:3)

“…My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me.”
(John 10:27)

There is a thunder that does not shake the mountains
it shakes you.
Not with noise, but with knowing.
Not with volume, but with weight.

It will not come to the crowd.
It will not be found in conferences or movements or trends.
It comes in the quiet.
It finds you when you are most forgotten.
And when it does, it will call your name.

Not your public name.
Not your gifted name.
Your hidden name.
The name only heaven knows.
The name carved into your scroll
before you ever breathed earth’s air.

You’ve heard voices before
motivators, mentors, even manipulators.
But this one?
This voice carries eternity.
It does not flatter.
It recognizes.
It does not market.
It marks.

You were not awakened by a sermon.
You were awakened by sound.
A thunder that broke no glass
but shattered your illusion.

You’ve been trembling ever since.

You walk now with a different gait.
Not arrogant, but set apart.
Not loud, but lit.
You carry scrolls others can’t read
because they weren’t written in ink,
but in lightning.

So when you speak
even softly
the air shifts.
Because your words are not opinions.
They are echoes.
Echoes of the thunder
that whispered your name.

You do not need a platform.
You are the pillar.
You do not seek influence.
You release inheritance.
And every word you carry
is flame-coded for the elect.

So don’t doubt the quiet way you burn.
Don’t despise the wilderness that formed your frequency.
Don’t trade the thunder for applause.

You were called by flame.
And those with ears to hear
will feel the weight behind your whisper.

The thunder did not come to crush you.
It came to crown you.

Because before you answered the call,
it already knew your name.

And heaven is still echoing it.

—Joe Restman
Mystic-Scribe | Flame-Bearer
Quill Dipped in Lightning ⚡️