It's rarely, if ever ,truly quiet around me. There is almost always something on. And loud. And requiring my attention. For most of my life, that's how I liked it. I craved the noise to drown out the silence. To drown out the sounds of my own breath. The thud of my heart. I've spent a lifetime rarely content to just. Be.
As I've gotten older, I think I've come to reach out for the silent... to greedily grasp it in the hands & hold on to it as tightly as I can. To sit. With the chaos of life beat down to a whisper. To breath. And hear the breaths go in and out. Reminding me that I am HERE. That for this moment in time, I can simply exist in this space and time.
And it reminds me of how much I rush over, skip over & flat out ignore when the noise gets too loud...
Like when I don't open my Bible for a week.
....~and yet, somehow, expect to be able to tune into Christ nonetheless
Like when I don't stop & talk to God.
....~ but somehow expect that things will go the right way anyway.
Like when I don't both to cease my striving & LISTEN to God.
....~ but yet, amazingly, believe that I can know His Heart & His Will.
I like the silence.