Shhh. I'm listening.
It's so quiet I can hear my heart beating in my own ears. What happened? Right now, it's quiet. My soul is quiet. The torrent has seemed to calm. The deluge of disaster, stilled.
What changed? Was it my heart? Was it my perspective? Was it the passing of the hours that dulled the anguish? I'm not sure. But it's eerily quiet.
Am I ready for the noise should it come back? I need to be. Life is cyclical, life is a series of ups and downs, ins and outs. I was here before, I will be here again.
A heart that rests, hears. In this time... I need to listen.
I'm straining, grasping, desperate for one peep.
Not only is all of life quiet, but so is the Lord. His Spirit is ever with me...but his voice is not discernable. I do not doubt the reality of his presence, nor do I stop communicating, but I am realizing this is a monologue, not a conversation.
It's quiet. My heart is quiet. I'm ready to hear. I intensely want to do the right thing. Come on Lord... I just can't hear you - you must be whispering. Tune my ears to the susurration of Heaven and prepare me for what enevitably will lie just around the bend.
I close my eyes with intention to block out the rest of the world. Heart open. Ears ready.
Tara is Greg's girl, mom to two sons of thunder, a hunger fighter, big dreamer and worship pastor at seacoast church.