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.

Depression--100 Words

Rollo May said, “Depression is the inability to construct a future.”

I don’t know about the accuracy of that quote.

Seems to me that depression is more far reaching than just not being able to construct a future.

Depression is what keeps you sleeping in bed all day or awake all night.

Depression is what drives a person to silence, screaming, cursing, anger, or death.

Depression is what makes a person put on a stiff upper lip, thinking no will even notice that it is just an act.

Depression seems to always be close by, but never a good friend.

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.