Recently, I had the living room carpet replaced with something more dog friendly. I had the big sectional moved to the lake, where it works better, but that left two recliners, assorted tables, and a Christmas tree. The room has very high ceilings, so it echoes, and the drapes have been taken down because they don’t match the wonderful new paint on the walls. Except on Christmas Day, when I watched a lot of holiday movies, I didn’t spend much time in that room.
As of yesterday, I now have a lovely leather couch and matching love seat, as well as a new slate-topped coffee table and matching lamp stands. (Now for lamps, drapes, and the perfect pair of floral wing-back chairs.) But this morning, in the predawn hours, I switched on the fireplace and sat quietly in contemplation–silent prayer.
I need so much more silence than I allow myself. My mind chatters constantly. But it is in the Silence that we hear the Voice of God. It is in Silence that we receive the promised renewal, the healing, the Love and Grace we so badly need. Where can we find God? Well, I’m certainly no mystic, but I think it’s on the meeting ground that lies within the human heart. I plan to spend more time there.