Whether in the form of an, ahem, absence from blogging, a quiet beach vacation or a night spent laying in a truck bed waiting for a meteor shower, silence is something to savor. Well, maybe the first of these three should occur less often.
Anyway, as I prepare for a time of my life that will be anything but quiet I have decided to enjoy my last low-key days at home. I have noticed during these past few turbulent months that comfort, for me, arises out of solitude. Mornings spent in the Word, twenty minutes attempting yoga poses led by the always-entertaining Chaz and one day focused entirely on cooking dinner are a few of the many highlights —or should I say lowlights — of my summer. I am reminded by the silence that the world will continue without me, and that I am microscopically small in comparison with the One that holds this gloriously created world together. Yet He still has something in mind for me to do.