For God alone my soul waits in silence; for my hope is from him.
Silence . . .
How I cherish it!
When everyone is at work. Just the cat, Jordan, and I at home.
The house so still, the softest sound becomes pronounced.
The dripping of the rain on the skylights. Jordan's paws pacing the wood floor. The gentle hum of the refrigerator. The ticking of the clock. The tap, tap, tapping of the keyboard as I type this.
I get up to make coffee. My footsteps hit my ears like thunderclaps. The running water from the faucet becomes a crashing wave.
The brewing coffee maker is a boiling cauldron, gurgling, hissing. Its strident beeping to signal that coffee is ready pierces the air like a siren. Shatters the silence. Jangles my nerves.
Which quickly recover.
Because, the silence returns. Undaunted. Undiminished.
The quiet wherein even the sound of my voice is deafening.
So, I don't talk aloud to Jordan or myself.
I listen instead.
To my thoughts. To the words I write.
And, wait in hope. For the still, small voice.
Magnified by silence.
To fill my soul with His presence.
For, in the stillness, I know that He is God.
Do you spend quiet time with the Lord?
Please pray with me:
Thank you, Father, for being with us always, in times of silence and of clamor, of quiet and of chaos. Help us to find those moments each day when we can simply be still and listen for Your voice. Grant us Your peace which passes all understanding. Amen.
Psalms 61, 62 or 68:1-20 (21-23) 24-36
1 Corinthians 5:1-8