Silent Explosion

A reflection from Aug. 14
"Silent explosion....the phrase leaps into my conscience with all sorts of images. A deafening quiet. A still, small voice. The sound of sheer against sheer. Barely audible yet loud with meaning. So soft that most don't even know to listen for it or hear its cries. How does one tune one's ears for the quiet bomb of expression or the muted blast of messages? How does one quiet one's self? Noise begets noise. Anxiety breeds more of the same. A body in motion stays in motion, a body at rest stays at rest.
Be still. Start at the toes and work your way up. Quiety every fiber of your being. Then be ready for an infusion of peace that passes understanding and knowing. Risk yourself to the combusion of the Wholly Spirit. Your very being is made of things that do not speak or scream or make noise - cells, water, blood, breath - al of them just are. Why, then, when these are combined do they create such nervous, anxious, frenetic, product-driven, busy body creatures? Afraid of the silence, fearful they have no worth unless they are scurrying around filling voids with over-scheduled calendars, endless to-do lists and resumes of accomplishments. Be still. Shhhh. No one is benefitting from your pace. You do not add to your life by putting more agendas on like Mrs. Winchester added rooms to her house. STOP. Breathe. Inhale. Exhale. Remeber what it was to be free. There are si! lent ex plosions of possibility all around and within you. The noise of the world would seek to drown out the silence. But you deserve the quiet.
God is speaking. God is whispering. God is silently exploding in your heart.