The Gift of Silence

Do you have your own name written down on your Christmas list? If not, put it at the top right now.

I’ll make it simple for you and even tell you what to give yourself. Gift yourself with silence. That’s right—the glorious life-giving gift of soothing silence.

The gift of silence took me by surprise a couple of weeks ago. Not long after the early morning hubbub of going-to-school-and-work traffic had ceased, I went out to fill the birdbath with fresh water. As the sun shone brightly, the night’s heavy frost still glittered all around.

Happy to be out enjoying a few minutes in God’s beautiful world, I sang as I worked—until I realized my voice was the only sound I heard. I then stopped and listened.

I couldn’t believe it. Pure silence. No wind, no birdsong, no car humming down the street. Not even the rustle of leaves. It was as if the earth was holding its breath.

I looked around and drank in the frosty beauty of the cold fall morning. First one leaf and then another drifted to the ground without a sound, almost like following the cues of a conductor. A silent symphony in a soundless sanctuary. If it hadn’t been so cold, I would have lingered a little longer. I would have partaken more deeply of the solace of silence.

Yes, silence can heal. Silence refreshes and restores. It gives us a chance to take a deep breath and commune with the Father. We need silence but many times we don’t recognize it or take time for it.

At a writers conference I attended recently, Betsey Newenhuyse, editorial director of Moody Publishers and one of our workshop instructors, spoke about nurturing the Christian writer’s soul.

Betsey told us that mental stimulation is critically important for creative people, but she pointed out that we have a deep need for silence and peace as well. She reminded us how our lives are overstuffed and then cautioned us to think deeply about what we don’t need to do and to focus on what we need to know, not on things we don’t need to know. I’d say that’s good advice for anyone, writer or not.

Are we allowing time for silence in our lives? If not, what changes do we need to make to gift ourselves with its life-giving benefits?

Let’s not wait for the moments of silence that surprise us—though those are wonderful. Let’s seek out silence as well, especially during the holiday season. Let’s enter into a soundless sanctuary and wait for the silent symphony to begin. The Conductor stands ready to give the cues. Let’s accept his gift of peace.

He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters” Psalm 23:2

*Flickr photo by Zadok the Priest, Creative Commons License

Paying Attention

I’m hearing voices I didn’t use to hear. Okay, maybe I heard them, but I didn’t pay attention to them.

Now before you get all worried and start slipping me phone numbers of good shrinks in our area, let me fill you in a little more.

The voices I’m talking about belong to birds—yes, the songs and calls of our feathered friends. I used to hear them as the background and soundtrack to the great outdoors of my life, but they’ve become something more the past several months.

It’s dawned on me that these voices—these songs—belong to certain species of birds, and if I pay attention, I can learn to identify their calls.And if I can identify their calls and am alert to their voices, I have a better chance of capturing  photos—especially of the ones I’m most interested in, like cardinals.  (Kind of neat how my interest in birds has sprung from my interest in taking good pictures, huh?)

So now I listen more. When I hear a bird call, many times I stop momentarily and pay attention. I look for the bird, listen, and then try to remember its sound for future reference.

To be honest, I haven’t figured many out yet, but I have made some progress. I’ve discovered birds even have different calls for different purposes. For example, cardinals sing, but they also cheep-cheep-cheep while feeding and looking for food. I never would have realized that, though, if I hadn’t become alert to them, if I hadn’t started paying attention.

I wonder how many times God tries to communicate with us and we miss it. I wonder if  his voice gets lost in the soundtrack of our lives, especially  if we relegate him to the background and neglect to listen for him.

What blessings might we capture, what pearls of wisdom might we learn if we decide to be alert to God’s voice—to listen for him and then stop and pay attention when we hear him call?

Many voices compete for our attention today, don’t they? Let’s not miss the most important one. Let’s tune our ears to hear the song of our Savior and our God!

“Listen and hear my voice; pay attention and hear what I say.” Isaiah 28:23

*What voices are you paying attention to?

*Flickr photo by fauxto_digit