Still.

This quiet feeds my soul.  It is refreshing, rejuvenating.  Here in the silence, I don't think about who I am, or what I am in this new place.  I don't think about the others and how they see me, or don't see me.  Instead, I am just still.  Silent.  

I hear, the clock ticking, the breeze rustling the leaves, the bird chirping.  I wonder what’s it’s like to be a bird.  Flying, unburdened, free.  I bet it’s peaceful up there.  As she flies around, I wonder what does she see?  Little humans, scurrying busily back and forth to our perceived responsibilities.  Faces down, only seeing whats right in front of us.  Backs hunched, faces drawn, does she feel sorry for us?  What does she see when she looks at me?

The breeze is gentle today.  Slowly blowing causing the trees to sway.  The sky is grey and the air feels cool, a gift from our Father.  The quiet feeds my soul.  It is refreshing, rejuvenating.  Here in the silence, my Father speaks to me and says that He is enough; that He will provide.

His voice is quieter now then before, or is it?  Perhaps this place is just too loud.  Voices calling for my time, my attention, my response.  Perhaps this place is too loud and I must retreat; retreat to hear His voice.  Retreat to let things go.  Retreat to feed my soul.  Here in the stillness I sit, I listen, I am HIs.

The stillness is fading now, as littles awake.  I longingly hold on.  They are a gift too, these littles.  One to cultivate and pour into.  As the day takes shape, the stillness ebbs and flows, sometimes it surrounds me, other times I cant quite reach it.  It’s ok.  For tomorrow I will return.  To the stillness that feeds my soul.