Today I’m guest posting for my dear friend and fellow extrovert, Emily Miller on my favorite spiritual practice. I’d love for you to check it out, a lot of heart in here today.
I live in a noisy world, I bet you do too. Between my two busy preschoolers, my talkative cat and my endless to-do list, rarely does a silent moment grace the walls of our home. Even now as I write, dinner dishes are being clattered in soapy water while matchbox cars are being vroomed on the hard kitchen floor. Outside somewhere someone is trying to sneak in their lawn mowing before sunset and another neighbor is revving their motorcycle… for whatever reason people do that.
Noise, always noise.
And with it? Anxious thoughts, worry, wondering if there will be enough. Enough time for the work, enough money for the bills, enough gentle words to outweigh the bad, enough good in me to remain loved and sought after by both God and his people.
It’s like a merry go-round, spun by a bully that doesn’t let up.
Some days I look at the carefree whimsy of my children with jealous longing. Remember the days of childhood? The ones that came before the groceries, checklists and oil changes? Back then we didn’t worry about being good enough or provided for. We just played Care Bears and Ninja turtles and hoped someone would give us candy.
But no longer, now life is a noisy ride, so how do we hold on to the truth in the midst of the clammer?
Here’s my spiritual practice: It’s pausing for the whisper.
Our lives are loud, but the whispers of God’s truth are always and ever present.