
The silence in the stillness is a quiet that is filled with sounds.
When my soul seeks rest, it searches for the companionship of nature. To watch the clouds dance in their cottonwool waltz. To lower my face to the soil and smell the fragrances released by raindrops that beat on the ground. And to separate myself until I can hear the groans as a blossom slowly opens to reveal creation’s glory.
To stand alone in the field and feel the wind brush against my cheeks and to stretch out my arms and let the Holy Spirit raise me over the earth as if I am the lightest feather and the sights and sounds rise to meet me.
To be in fellowship with Him is to absorb the silence that nature offers. To separate ourselves from all that surrounds us to become a part of the spiritual world that is all around us.
I seek His presence where the forest faeries dwell as earthly angels, secure in their wilderness house. There, His silence comes alive. Every leaf quiver and dewdrop splash become part of a chorus of creation, accompanied by nature’s congregation.
Give in to the silence and hear His word.
He speaks in vibrations on the soul. He comes!









