Sacred Silence

Do you ever feel like God is screening your calls?

You’re desperate to hear God’s voice, but heaven is still. Years ago I thought the only word I heard was “Stop that!” followed by the shoulds, oughts and cant’s.

Then sitting at the Father’s knee, I became familiar with His voice speaking above the clashing sound of circumstances and reality.

Even in His silence.

Silence can be golden.

In the waiting, we can hear sacred sounds revealing the gold engraved into each situation.

If we could only quiet our interior and wait . . . to hear.

I know it sounds primal in the age of real-smart-phones, but back in the day, we had black wall phones with rotary dials. Yep, it took forever to dial. Thankfully, we didn’t have area codes to add to the string of numbers.  We shared a party line with my childhood friend, Rosemary. That meant if her family was using the phone when we picked up, we had to hang up and wait or (or eavesdrop) before making a call.

We learned to wait.

In today’s high tech world, we’ve become accustomed to instant messages, immediate email replies, and speed dials. Quick communication.

We seem to make the mistake of talking with everyone except the One who has the answer. We endlessly chat while saying nothing. Hearing nothing. Then we become frustrated and listen to the hiss of deceit on our snake and apple days reminding us we can have our way.  It takes no time to hear that voice.

So, try this – find a secluded prayer space of blessed silence for ten minutes a day, that’ll still leave you 1,430 minutes to fill with hectic life, if you must. Unfortunately, I know it seems to be a must any more.  But, at least ten of those minutes will help with the remainder.

It doesn’t matter if we hear God’s voice every time we call. We can be assured He hears ours.

Prayer is the world’s greatest wireless connection – it’s always sent and received.

 

When we can’t hear His voice, may we listen for His breath . . . believing He is near.