It’s quiet right now, except for the sound of the rain outside, falling down the roof onto the concrete on the front porch.

Quiet isn’t something most of us are used to.

We don’t like the quiet because we start thinking when it’s quiet.  So we turn on the TV for some “background noise” or the Pandora station for some worship music.  We fill our time and our space with noise so that we don’t have to think about the things that come to us in the quiet.

The fears.

The insecurities.

The lies of the devil.

As I look around me, I see things on my walls.  Pictures of friends and family, photos from our wedding, verses, mementos from China…and all of it reminds me that even in the quiet, I am not alone.  Even when the fears and insecurities start creeping back into my mind, I don’t have to face them alone.  God is in the quiet.

God is also in the noise, too, but right now especially, I hear God in the quiet.  I hear Him remind me that I am His child.  I am loved.  I am His.  That He has his hand on my life, my marriage, my family.  He is working.  He is moving.  He is God.

In the quiet, I listen.  In the quiet, I pray.  In the quiet, God speaks.

Lord, give me ears to listen, eyes to see, and a heart to do what you are speaking.