out of everything in my life that comes close to hate, its the quiet. i dislike ackward silence and there are few people in my life who i can sit peacefully with being just silent. i, in my humble life of nineteen years, have realized a few important facts, and one of them is that when i realize i can be quiet with someone and not feel out of place, i have also realized a deep friendship.
my whole life i've had to be loud to be noticed. i've never had someone start conversations with me or go out of their way to be with me if i wasn't "talking." hmmm... interesting revelation? i've never been sought out if someone hasn't seen me, or given a call because i've been missed. i'm not complaining, just stating some basic facts that lead to why i feel the way i do about quiet.
in reality, the quiet frightens me. or so i believe. it means i'm being still, and i like adventure and being on the go far too much to stay still for long. my belief is, at least if i'm on a hike, enjoying nature and God's creation, the noise of some stream or creek will break the silence.
maybe, we need to be quiet. or should i refrase that because i'm really speaking of myself when i say that, maybe... I need to be quiet. really quiet. let the silence become unbarable and open myself up to whatever God has to say.
i mean... really, God wasn't in the storm and the trashing wind was He?
He was in the quiet...
