From Psalm 65:1-2:
Silence is praise to you, Zion-dwelling God, And also obedience.
You hear the prayer in it all.
It’s time for a bit of silence.
The noise level in my head (and in my heart) is a bit high,
loud and cluttered.
I need to make room for the white space in the margins of my life,
for the light to break through.
The older I get, the more I realize that Mary Oliver told the truth:
the only life we can save is our own.
And no one else can make it happen,
so this is me telling my own self:
you need a rest, you need a break, you need quiet.
You’re rather tired, woman.
(Maybe because something is brewing, and
maybe because nothing is brewing, but I can’t deny
how much the thought of silence scares me and exhilarates me)
The quiet winter times of retreat are an oasis
of relief and new life when we walk with Jesus.
In a few days, or maybe a few weeks, I’ll be back,
In the meantime,
may God bless you and keep you, may
He make his face shine upon you, and give you