Things are never quiet around here. The constant noise of three kids, living in the city, technology, there is rarely silence.
But sometimes what I seek most has nothing do this my ears. Silence of the soul, and peace in my spirit. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt like my heart, soul and mind were at rest and able to manage the challenges of the day. Because it hasn’t been easy lately. Both my household and my responsibilities outside the house seem plagued by one disaster or crisis after another. Even when I have it together on the outside (and I often don’t) on the inside the fires of anxiety rage.
I long for a cool drink of water, a icy breeze to quiet the flames. Like breathing in the air on a snowy cold day. The kind where the sun is out, but the air is still frigid. The light is blinding and yet the snow muffles the noise and it seems so unearthly quiet.
I need this kind of peace to overwhelm me again. I assure me that I’m headed in the right direction.