‘Truly my soul silently waits for God; From Him comes my salvation.’ (Psalms 62:1 NKJV)
There is this place where I meet God that words just can’t touch. In that place – I’m always looking for words, yet fearful that to try to describe it by injecting words would certainly violate what is simply ‘there’. Even the most moving thoughts of my Creator can get in the way of meeting Him in an intimately shared silence.
Silence offers answers of its own. The beeps and chimes and blinking lights and information highway vies for our every attention. My mind spends hours on end acting like a pin-ball machine. Til I take control and choose to recognize the madnesses, lay it down, and step away to the place of silence – a place where sparks begin and, deep speaks to deep. The action is both hard and harsh. Yet, here is where quiet empties me out, barriers come down, and in shared silence I offer up my heart and God Almighty, the Comforter, the Creator, my Father, gifts back His answers.
Step away. (It takes practice)