Quiet--100 Words

Quiet.

I’m rarely accused of being quiet.

Normally, I’m rather loud.

I have one of those voices that carries across the room.

Me? Whisper? Don’t have it in me.

But, this week, I’ve found myself needing to be quiet.

With all that has taken place related to the sale of our home, and the rug being pulled out from under us at the last minute, words just haven’t come easily.

Or, at all.

So, I’ve been quiet. I’ve spent the week trying to listen for a change.

And, as with being terrible at being quiet, I’m even worse at listening.

Being Quiet--100 Words

Being quiet.

Maybe a survey is in order.

Are you a quiet person?

Or, are you the exact opposite?

Are there times you are quiet and other times when you aren’t?

I tend to be a processor. I have to listen to the facts being presented, roll them around in my brain a few hundred times, and then formulate my thoughts about it.

Then and only then do I speak. Or at least that’s my goal.

Some people think that silence is agreement. Can’t silence be processing? Can’t silence be weighing the options before me?

What’s wrong with being quiet?

Quiet--100 Words

Quiet.

Shhhhh.

“Be still and know…”

“Peace, be still…”

Why does God choose to speak in the peace and quiet?

Why can’t He scream like everybody else?

Why can’t He wave His arms to get my attention?

I’d settle for that ding my computer speakers make when I get email.

But no. He is quiet. Still. Almost silent.

I have to stop what I am doing. And listen. I have to be still. Quiet.

I think this would be one time that yelling would be better.

Go ahead God. Yell your answer.

I’m listening.

Not very quietly. But I’m listening.

No More Words

Do you ever run out of words?

A dry spell. Nothing comes. Nothing to say.

I am there today.

So, if you've got some words to share, please comment. Otherwise, it will be a very quiet day.