I can be in a perfectly silent room… and need mental ear plugs for my thoughts.
Or for all the chitter chatter of Twitter, Facebook, email…
And when the earplugs are in and the computer closed, the phone rings.
Or there’s a knock on the door.
Or a thought slips through… with a list of to-dos.
Even if I drive to the most remote places on the planet… away from cell service and wifi…even there my thoughts will find me, filling the desired silence with bursts of memory, curiosities, questions, and answers.
Or I open a book… and enter the noise of someone else’s world.
Which can be a great respite… but is not quiet.
Where, then, can this quiet be found?
The kind that can escape the endless running of a human brain?
“God, are you there?”
And for a moment, silence.
Then thoughts invade again… “Nope, no one is here. Am I fool? But isn’t He here? Aren’t You?”
On and on that chatter goes.
And when you pray, do not keep on babbling like pagans, for they think they will be heard because of their many words.
At last, when I’ve commanded silence from my own reckless bantering… it is then that I hear the still, small whisper.
And it is before that voice, that quiet is found. Not just the kind of quiet in silence, but the kind that seeps into the deepest parts of the human soul and spirit, wrought with peace and a sense of “all is well,” even when it is not.
Sometimes, when He wills it, the voice is loud and booming… and the quiet of the soul that follows His thunder is like the calm after a storm… when one shudders to remember their size in relation to the entire universe.
How small thou art.
And it hits me.
It’s not the voice alone that brings peace… because for some, it wreaks havoc. The Voice of Truth has been known to flip illusions on their heads. Dismantle deception. Confront our boxed in ideas of life. This can be terrifying.
But for the one who wholly trusts that voice… to him does the true quiet come.
The quiet that can be known in the midst of a rock-out concert. A crowded Christmas market. A home (like mine) with four kids.
You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in you.
The kind of quiet that steadies a home, a marriage, a heart… even in the midst of the storm… before its end when the world is rewarded with calm.
This is the quiet I long for. Which comes with or without a voice… but because of my trust in the One speaking.
Just as I can look into the face of my husband and know he loves me… even if he’s not saying it.
Or onto the tops of little heads snuggled into my side, squeezing me with all they’ve got… without their words to clarify it.
Trust in the Creator of my soul, in the Potter of this clay, in the Artist in this masterpiece… Trust in Him is the silencer of all that wages war against peace and quiet in my life.
No matter where I am or how loud it is.