Silence is golden

It’s been a long, loud day at the end of an even longer, louder week. There has been much talking, much working, more talking, more working… and of course, in the background, the ever-chattering background of the news: 32 dead…NASA shooting… mother sells daughter for sex…drug ring… bombing… didn’t intend to kill… Columbine still raw… chatter, chatter, chatter. My car has become a haven of chatter, compliments of Pimsleur and my increasing desire to learn Spanish: “What would the woman say if she wanted to respond that she is not Misses Jones, she is Mrs. Jones? No soy la Senorita Jones. Soy la Senora Jones.” (So glad I’ve learned *that* phrase… ). At work, there’s chatter. At home, more chatter. From the cell phone and the house phone and the tv and the radio and the cd player and the mp3s. I came home tonight and turned everything off. Everything. The loudest things I’ve heard all night are Scooter snoring and the ever-present home of the aquarium. And now the quiet little clicking of my keyboard.

 Silence is a blessing. It is healing. There is something about just being in the silence, being able to hear ones own thoughts and feel the presence of God. God is in the silence, the quiet whisper in the dark silence of 4am. He is here. And he and I can talk, within the silence, where I can finally hear. I’m going to seek out silence more often. I need it.