I’m so grateful for the silence,
and the emptiness of activity.
Life is so loud sometimes.
I can’t hear even myself.
Definitely can’t hear God,
even though He’s right here within me.
But sometimes I squander the gift of quiet time.
Sometimes I fill it with my own noise.
Yet, once I empty myself of all the racket in my mind,
I can then see God, patiently waiting for me.
He’s always here, somewhere below my noise,
waiting for me to accept His gift of quiet time.
And I’m so grateful.