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Quiet Tension
Only in the quiet will I hear His still small voice; but the quiet magnifies my inner voice of depression until it drowns Him out.
Some days seem a whole lot longer than they are. My mind races too fast and my thoughts become a tangled mess. I cannot break through the chaos to create any semblance of coherent thought. It’s on these days my soul yearns most for the still, small voice of God. But I struggle to quiet my mind.
Where His voice is quiet, my inner voice drowns out His truth with its raging, ranting anger. But it is truth I need.
And so I force myself to stop, no matter where I am, whatever I’m doing. I stop. I make myself sit and breathe. Eyes closed I seek the quiet, the stillness, the next breath. Peace from the quiet, Lord. Give me your peace in the quiet of this moment.
Today I have been frazzled and my depression has been dragging my heart and my mind toward despair. Try as I might to cast my anxiety onto my heavenly Father, it won’t leave me. It sticks to my soul like honey on my fingers. My raging angry inner voice grows louder.
