Quiet. Just the word itself soothes my soul, unfurrows my brow, lifts a burden from my shoulders I didn’t know was there. Quiet. How my soul needs quiet at regular intervals, preferably in long, large doses.
Now more than ever. It is such a noisy time. Chatter everywhere. So many voices competing, along with the traffic roars, the beepers and buzzers and telephone tones, the music pulsing, pulsing in stores, so distracting I can’t make clear choices and just want to flee.
It surprised me to see, in reading that old journal from twenty years back, how overloaded and stressed my life could get even in that time. I recall there was no Facebook then, or Twitter, or Pinterest, or everyman’s blogging, and though we had a computer, we didn’t even use email yet.
Now, on beyond email, the clamor is astounding. And it’s more important than ever, for me at least, to turn it all off, come aside “to a quiet place,” and give my own additional noisy head-chatter time to run down within me as well, to find my strength in quietness and rest one blessed day in seven.
This is the gift He has given. In asking us to give up and give over and give back this time in honor of Him, tithe-like, He actually prescribes just what our own needy souls are secretly panting for, and gives—“not as the world gives”—His peace.
In returning and rest you shall be saved;
In quietness and confidence shall be your strength.