Have you ever experienced the sounds of silence?

So much pain in the world.  We ask the hard questions and … silence.

The silent wilderness seasons of life are hard, but do I make those times harder…than they are meant to be?

During my most troubled times, I am most often without words.  I lean hard into my husband’s strong, full-body embrace.  And love whispers softly in the silence.

Could the silent answers to life’s hard questions be a means to a greater capacity to lean hard…into Him?  And in the leaning, to learn to listen for the all-encompassing whispers of Love?

The ’70’s child in me remembers the song.

And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming.  And the sign said,

“The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls”

And whispered in the sounds of silence.

Soft whispers; the sounds of silence are all around us…if we would just listen with our eyes.

The sound of soft chimes dancing upon life’s hard winter’s winds.  A full-body love embrace in the wilderness stillness.

And in the silence, I begin to reflect His nature and become still.  In the silence, I gain a knowing, if only a glimpse, that He is God and I am not.

The tide of the prophet’s words ebbs and flows…

Be still and know that I Am God.  

Be still and know that I Am.

Be still and know.

Be still.

Be.

I think maybe I am ready To Be.  Entrusted with the sounds of His silence.