Winter Quiet

It seems to me that Lent is a time to stop, think, re-think, ponder, be still, consider. I’ve done a lot of those things this year.

Lent begins in the dead of winter and this year I felt unusually needy.

Weeks on end of being soul-weary dry. Empty.

So I sit quietly at the Master’s feet.

Truth be told, I expected a unique revelation at the most.

A loving whisper at the least.

Nothing.

Just silence. All around me. No thunder. No lightening. No doors slam.

Not even a tree falls in the forest.

I continue sitting. I ask for nothing. He does not reply.

I go back. Again. And again.

Cold silence.

I go back. Again.

One day, I know that I know that He sits beside me.

The quietness begins to wrap around me like a warm blanket.

I ponder His sweet, amazing love and my on-going human frailty.

His love is greater than my frailty.

Now I can breathe.

Dearest Love,

  Liz

Comments

[DenaDyer]

Miz Liz, your thoughts and impressions here are so honest and real. And your prose is lyrical and moving. I'm so glad you decided to blog! I enjoy reading it, and I'm glad you're my friend. :)