It was the sound of quiet.
I turned over in bed and rubbed my eyes, and just listened.
What an amazing sound. I was aching for it and hadn’t even known.
I lay there, not thinking.
That’s what typically messes up my attempts at quiet–my own thoughts start filling up my head.
But not this morning. I think my brain was still mostly asleep.
And that was nice.
I wish I could convey the peace of that silence,
but it’s hard to use words to describe a lack of words.
There. It was like that. A perfect pause.
I was listening to God, listening to Me.
And it sounded wonderful.
Have a great week,