Stillness
It's too loud where I live in the city.... Factories, dogs barking, cars honking, I virtually miss the stillness of the morning by the whir of machinery. What is stillness? I'm missing it... I feel like our inner life can get like that sometimes, the world fills our soul with clutter, noise, distractions, busyness, loudness; while our heart is desperately searching for the stillness of the Spirit. Papa, come and quiet my soul till all I hear is your breath, life coming from your lips in still-inspired breezes. Like a train's whistle heard from a distance, getting farther and farther away until the space it's sound once occupied is vacant to Your rest. Come with your breath and hush our souls, till all our hearts can hear is you.
