This is the post each week
Where I join a community of grace-filled wonders
Over at Lisa-Jo’s.
And we write unabashedly
For five minutes time.
Without editing or backtracking
On one word alone.
This week’s prompt:
I’ve been praying it for weeks. Aching for it to be my own:
“You, O Lord, will give me all the attention I need
if I would simply stop talking and start listening to you.
Give me, O Lord, that silence.
Let me be patient and
grow slowly into the silence in which I can be with You. Amen.”
~Henri Nouwen, A Cry for Mercy
It seems I need these words most when the world is so loud I can’t hear my own voice. I close my eyes and whisper them into the dark. Then I wait, palms outstretched, for Him to come rescue me.
Sometimes the silence never comes. And I pray louder for patience instead.
But I think I’m beginning to see now what Henri had discovered long ago.
The world will always be loud, but that doesn’t control my heart.
My Savior and I are the only ones who hold the keys to that.
A quiet heart. Yes, that’s where true silence is found.
Father, this residence within me, I give to You.
Rearrange the furniture however You’d like.
If there’s something in here that is not to Your liking, let me know.
I’ll throw it out.
Please, may I come by for tea? Often?
We don’t even need to discuss anything.
I’ll just sit in the quiet
and feel Your gentle breeze of grace upon my face…
How about you? Have you felt the gentle, quiet breeze of grace lately? I’d love to hear.
Thanks for sharing your time with me.
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