silence

silence is my old friend, as Simon and Garfunkel sang about the darkness.

growing up as an only child, i spent a lot of time alone. i had my favorite quiet spot by the window where i would sit and read. when we went to move, my mother was a bit annoyed at the worn spot on the carpet. i had my favorite tree in the backyard where i would sit and contemplate the world.

today, this chair in the living room is my quiet spot. there's almost never true silence. i hear the cat in the next room, i hear cars rushing off to jobs and school. tinnitus sings a song in my head that i can't quite catch. but it is my soul that most needs quieted in order to hear the still, small voice.

more and more, i dream of what the new earth of Jesus' kingdom will look like. i imagine

                                                     standing at the top
                                                 of a rugged mountain
                                          and the only sound i can hear

                                                            is His voice


this post is part of the weekly Five Minute Friday link-up