In Silence: I grow impatient.

In Silence: My mind tosses solutions.

In Silence: I become frustrated.

But wait!

The ringing subsides.

In Silence: I hear something

In Silence: I listen,

In Silence: I learn.

And Finally:

In Silence: I relax

In Silence: I unravel

and I begin to understand.

In my own little world, I don’t like to listen, I like to talk, and think and plan and scheme.

When do I stop?

I ask for things when I pray, people to be healed, things to turn out the way they should (or would like them to), etc. but when I pray, do I listen?

Is prayer really about talking?

A really good friend of mine, turned me on to this by Soren Kierkegaard.

It made me stop in my tracks.

I really am thankful for challenges that make me question things. What a blessing.