Listen in the silence…
There is something refreshing and
calming about the gentle hum of an
empty space. A space that is
normally full of giggles, sneezes and
pitter-patters effortlessly galloping
across the floor, begins to own a new
sound in the silence.
I can hear it all so clearly.
It’s the sound of warm air anxiously
escaping the vents in 15-minute
intervals. Each burst is just as
powerful and full of potential as the
one before.
Pipes breathing, floors shifting and
furniture readjusting.
I’m listening.
The sound of the wind making a new
home for damaged leaves.
The sound of the wind making a new
home for damaged leaves.
Raindrops lightly teasing the wilted
wood on the floor of the deck.
I can even hear my own breath—
rhythmically flowing in and out.
Each sound reminding me that He is
here. It’s in this empty space that He
speaks loudly. His soft whispers bring
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