So it’s about 6:30 on a Saturday morning here and I am wide awake. Not where I thought I would be. I had envisioned sleeping in, which in our house would be considered about 7:30 or so. (Usually about the time Eli comes running into our room saying “downstairs, downstairs”) Yet here I am wide awake, on my second cup of coffee. It was one of those mornings where I just woke up ready to go, like God was saying how bout some “Me Time.” So instead of fighting it, tossing and turning a little bit more, I threw on some shorts, gave Linds a kiss and made my way downstairs with my Bible to enjoy the moment.
What was crazy though was just how silent our house can be at this time of day. Hearing the birds outside, the tic-toc of the clock on the wall, and the trains going past out front. It made me realize just how much I miss these moments of silence in my life.
It is crazy what having 2 boys will do when it comes to embracing silence. If they are awake it doesn’t exist, to be honest. We used to be able to find it during moments in the car when Both our boys would fall asleep but over the last month Silas has developed this hatred towards his car seat. I mean all out blood curdling screams to the point Linds will put her hands over her ears and start yelling, “blah, blah, blah” herself to try and silence the noise in her own mind. I have never seen a kid hate a car seat so much. So those moments that we used to have to talk or embrace, yeah out the window. Speaking of which Eli is also in the phase of throwing things out the window. (Socks, his cup, his car, even a football the one day)
I truly believe God woke me this morning to take and just enjoy this moment with him. I wonder if it is why in Scripture we read about Jesus having to withdraw to the mountains to pray by himself. If we are like the kids screaming. If the disciples were the type who were just nonstop talkers, always asking and needing. If those around Jesus were just always pulling at his robe to the point he had to cover his own ears to keep his sanity.
But Jesus often withdrew to lonely places and prayed. -Luke 5:16
It is crazy to think about, but how much of our life is filled with noise that we can’t hear when God is speaking. We live in a day and age where we talk just to talk. About nothing, about gossip, about someone else’s talking. What if you had to sit for 5 minutes in silent, could you do it? Or does it become awkward for you?
My fear is that we miss his voice because of all the chatter. We fill our lives with so many other voices that when God is trying to get our attention we drown it out.
How much have I missed?
What if we learned to embrace moments like this. The quiet. What if instead of fighting it, we make the most of it. Just sitting taking in this moment between you and your Savior.
Thank you Jesus for waking me up!
