This world can be so noisy. So filled with distractions and loud voices, glaring thoughts and swirling images, slamming doors and spinning tales, it can leave you dizzy and gasping for air.
Gasping for something real, and true, and good to fill back up the empty spaces, realizing it’s been too long since you’ve just been still.
When I feel like this soon the guilty questions start to come.
Why do I wait so long to be still?
Why do I fill up my days busy with trivial things that never add up to much more than a hill of beans once my head finally hits the pillow?
Why do I walk through some days with blinders on and proceed to trip over the ones I love, because whoops, I didn’t see you… I’m just too wrapped up in myself and whatever else has stolen my attention, my identity.
When I find I’m feeling lost in a world of frustration, it’s then that I hear it. . .
This quiet call from deep inside to come and be still.
The Call of Silence.
* * *
Silence. . .
I can hear it calling
From the deepest part of my soul
To come and be still
Where He is there waiting
The one that only He knows
Because He made me
He loves me
He saved me
* * *
And softly and quietly the healing comes. I was too busy to realize how broken I had become, but He knew. He always knows.
Silence in His presence fills me back up to full, to overflowing, because His love for me is like a river that gently flows --- soothing, smoothing, singing over me.
And I make a promise to Him and to myself,
that I will not wait too long,
but will come again,
very, very soon.
He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
he refreshes my soul.
- Psalm 23:2-3a
Your beauty should not come from outward adornment…
Rather, it should be that of your inner self,
the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit,
which is of great worth in God’s sight.
-1 Peter 3:3-4