sometimes, silence is our best work

I've come to accept it. We bloggers are lovers of words and secretly we know.

We are writers.

If for nothing else but to jot down the "noise" which clamors in our head, we grab words for relieve. And the pressure explodes and whether with ink, or pencil, they spill out on pages or are tapped down to monitor screens by the "tic-tic" of a keyboard.

Last night, my head was full of words. But that isn't always the case.

And I've come to accept that too.

Because sometimes, the best words are the ones not spoken.

Silence has a way of refreshing a soul but I wasn't always a friend to quiet-ness. My needs seemed to scream me down and I was ever running to meet their demands. That is, until I realized, my needs weren't needs at all, just the world encroaching and demanding my time in ways I hadn't planned.

It's those moments of reprieve found in the secret, quiet corners of our absence which I've come to also accept. Because our word-less vacancies may just very well mean, we are in the race of chasing after the Source of all words.

And silence is the best medicine for our ears.

Besides, it's hard to talk when you're mouth is full of feasting on the Word Himself. While other times, it's the lounging and napping with the Restorer of our soul which shuts our mouths like a roar-less lion.

And I've come to accept that too.

For not only do words belong to Him, but so does the silence. Quiet-ness is like a megaphone, a turned up dial for our heart to tune in to the melody of His beautiful voice so when we finally do write, we're just singing His song.

--reading so many books and finding so much praise and worship to fill a heart full (right now, it's a collection of Charles Spurgeon which has me many times, laughing at loud by his wit. And no matter his theology, I never think twice of it, as I'm always, lovingly thinking of Christ when Spurgeon writes and all else pales to that.)
--warm, restful Sunday's which remind how much I need time to just be
--cicadas, those reminders of summer nights, making their return this week and playing their familiar lullaby which also reminds of me of Texas and childhood days, (I missed them when I lived away)
--building plans, finally coming together
--landscaping our little farmhouse and making it better with each turn
--protection for our oldest son, who twice this week, discovered poisonous snakes and wasn't bit, 'though he touched one (in the bush) and surprised another under some debris...but neither bit him
--family and friends and camping trips.....together