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Sacred Silence
Finding Promise in the Stillness
As the new day dawns, I pause, watching the way the sun’s rising slowly brings light into the darkness, cueing the birds to their morning songs. Slowly, my mind stirs and I consider the hours ahead.
But, before I get too far along the path with my thoughts, I pause.
Right now, there are dreams, still groggy in my sleepy mind and there is quiet. There is a stillness that the rest of the day will not provide unless I seek it out. So in these moments, fresh from sleep, I pause because I want to embrace this silent stillness.
This is a sacred moment if I choose to turn my thoughts away from the day and its demands that stack up one behind the other, waiting to be heard. Rather than entertain the clamor, I choose the sacred stillness that whispers reminders of God’s promises:
He has plans for me for a future and a hope, and that includes this day (Jeremiah 29:11);
He is my refuge and my hope (Psalm 46:1), and that includes from the worries of viruses and the economy and things I cannot control;
He is in control (Isaiah 41:10), even if it doesn’t appear that way always;
He knows the number of hairs on my head (Luke 12:7) and He cares for me deeply and intimately, in my joy and in my sorrow…
