Skip to main content

Five Minute Friday - Quiet

Quiet
Since I have not had much of a voice for almost two weeks… ‘Quiet’ triggers a very real mix of emotions for me.

At times in the past I have longed for quiet… as there seems to be rest, comfort, and sometimes ease away from noise. I have longed for simple-ness quiet brings. I have desire the stillness that accompanies quiet.

Most of us are aware of the stillness of quiet.

As I conclude another week of being unable to talk clearly… quiet is a real frustration to me. You see as important as it is to speak to be understood not to be heard… when you have the inability to physically talk for a long period of time, I, myself, reach a point where I just want to be heard, noticed, acknowledged, and/or understood. MAYBE even to be able to talk just because… to not have to pick and choose my words selective or always consider when I’m going to force my voice the hardest. Being without a physical voice is a quiet demand your body makes of you with no regard to work commitments, relationships, or simply living life.

Most of us are not aware of the struggle in forced quiet.

Yet, somehow being quiet has reminded me…Picking your words is absolutely necessary to communicate well. Listening more than you speak is essentially to learning, understanding, communicating, loving, and living well.

Most of us are aware others should be quiet more.

Instead of rushing to fill a pause in conversation…
Instead of quickly speaking up when it is not truly our turn…
Instead of pushing an issue or opinion…
Instead of swiftly sharing an issue not meant to be revealed…

Most of us are not aware we should be quiet more.

God has shown me there is holiness in the quiet.
Most of us are aware of that.
God is teaching me there should be holiness in the noise too.
Few of us are aware of that.

May I remember my words are not my own.
They are a gift given by God.
May I remember the lack of words are not just my own.
That too is a gift from God.

"Our thoughts are not His thoughts." Isaiah 55:8
Event Jesus said, "My message is not my own." John 7:16

May we all be more aware of Him in the quiet and the noise.
May our words be lead not by flesh but my our Lord.

"For I have not spoken on My own authority; but the Father who sent Me gave Me a command, what I should say and what I should speak." John 12:9

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Tired - Competition

That was it. I was tired.
Not the tired where I will sleep well because my rest was well earned. Not the tired where you’re groggy and just need extra sleep. The restless tired. The dangerous tired. The ‘I am done with this!’ tired. Why? I was tired of competing with multiple screens: a TV, an ipad, 2 phones. Tired of competing with every professional and college sport broadcast – with the exception of women’s sports because we don’t get those on our TV. Tired of competing with presidential news and daily “to do” list that have more weight than US (as a couple). Tired of there always being one more chore before that project I want to get to can be started. Tired of the same ol' same.
In the end I was just tired.
Tired of a world where we have to compete for a loved one’s attention. Tired of competing with society’s mandates. Tired of being a slave to fashion and trends. Tired of competing with society’s warp version of pretty. Tired of competing with a supermodel’s body image.
Mostly, I am tired …

Lines in the Sand

We draw these imaginary lines in the sand… Then, the tide comes and we wonder why we must start again… We build our castle of sand and hope it stands… Then, the tide comes and we are displeased we must build again… We make our own plans as we dream on the shore, Then, the sun sets and we wish for more.
We wish for more time to enjoy the day. We wish our lines in the sand would stay. We wish our castles could be bigger and stronger. We wish our plans would happen now and not take any longer.
We draw these imaginary lines in the sand… Then, the tide comes and we wonder why we must start again… We build our castle of sand again… Then, the tide comes and we are displeased we must build again… We make our own plans as we dream on the shore Then, the sun sets and we wish for more.
We rise the next day and do all of this again.
We work to maintain, a new way we never entertain. We start each day as a new beginning. Always wishing for a new ending.
Yet, we continue to draw our lines in the sand. We build our temp…