I was reminded yesterday about the discipline of silence. Something that has been missing from my life in most of this transition. I’m in Boyland. A place of energy, passion, discovery, battles and imagination. Being still is only natural for my boys when they are in their beds.
There’s been a lot of doing the last 2 months of life.
It’s not that I can’t hear my God’s voice anymore. It’s pretty clear still. I’m quite amazed that it’s not more cloudy or muffled. It’s not that I even feel far from God. I don’t feel guilt, or even “convicted” like I have about other things in life lately. The Father gently told me yesterday that its time to clear my head.
I’m reminded of something I heard as an Anderson University undergrad. Brennen Manning was the speaker for for Spiritual Emphasis week. He said that for most of us our minds our like the water in a pool during a middle school pool party. If you threw a pebble into it you would see it. The next morning if you came out to the pool it would be still and calm. If you threw a pebble in then, it would make ripples. God’s voice is the pebble most of the time. [There are certain times God speaks in cannon balls when we need them.] I’m sorry if you’ver heard me say this before, but I have to repeat every once in a while because its as profound today as the first day I heard it.
So. So I will be spending more time in silence.