I believe God has purposes and plans for each one of us if we can quiet our minds and listen. Although Heaven’s whispers come at unexpected times, they often grace those who learn to embrace silence. For it is in the silence that our spirit meets with God’s Spirit.
Sure, I’m a technology lover to the core, but I’m also a silence addict. I need silence like I need to breathe or hydrate, or sleep. Without periods of silence, my mind entangles with strings of worry until a ratty ball of hopelessness forms.
Silence cuts the strings of self-absorption and draws me into my Savior’s presence where clarity of thought awaits.
Silence cuts the strings of self-absorption and draws me into my Savior’s presence where clarity of thought awaits.
Silence cleanses the mind’s palate like a chunk of ginger after a mouthful of sushi. Yet silence seems foreign and unfitting for a generation whose taste buds for social media crave 24/7 connection.
For those of us who have mastered the practice of quieting our minds, silence ushers in grace; heaven’s whispers form thoughts we could not possibly conjure if left to our own devices. Inspiration sparks and in this light, purposes appear. We find ourselves grasping for more than the next meal, paycheck, or movie.
The art of embracing the silence is not easily practiced let alone mastered; however, it is essential if one wants to refrain from the identical. Think about silence as the refrain in a song; you repeat the practice regularly and eventually the whispers flow.
If it is the Lord who whispers something to your mind during a time of silence, rest assured that the thoughts will recycle throughout your day or in the coming months. If something you’ve heard is God’s will, the whisper will reappear through multiple sources until the message becomes clear. I suggest you jot down your thoughts and tuck them away in a safe place. When you hear the same message again, pull out your journal and see whether what you formerly wrote makes more sense.
So, search for a time when you can withdraw to a place where the only existing sound is your heartbeat. Write out your worries until you sense your mind clear. Then listen. In time, you will hear those faint inklings that Heaven whispers.
* Scripture from the New American Standard Bible (NASB)
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