Shhhh . . . what is that sound? Oh, it is the quiet, a hushed moment when the cacophony of life is muted. It is a gentle symphony of faraway birds, soft rain and crickets chirping, one God composed just for me, for this moment in time. It is singing, crooning to me, comforting me: All is well.
Sadly, this moment was accidental. Why don’t I allow quiet into my life more often? Why do I allow the noise of the world to drown out the voice of God? Do angels blow their trumpets noisily to announce that God is near? They won’t, you know.
God’s voice is gentle, will not shout above busy-ness, will not drown out my own thoughts, even. He waits for me to stop talking, stop thinking, stop wondering. He waits for me to want to hear Him. He waits . . .