How does silence sound?
Over the summer, my husband, daughter, and I traveled to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. Several years had passed since we had spent time in this pristine place abounding in natural beauty.
Most of our experiences in the U.P involved attending Family Camp at our church camp. Situated on the shores of a lake and surrounded by towering trees, it feels a world away from the bustling, buzzing place we call home.
Life moves slower up there. And it was never so apparent as well as convicting as it was in July.
Unlike, life at camp, we were not keeping a schedule. There was nothing to distract from the reality of being unplugged. No cable. Limited Wi-Fi. Few cell phone towers.
And I confess, it frustrated me. Surprisingly.
How had I become so accustomed to constant connection? Where had I rooted my security?
Is God not bigger than a wireless connection or a close grocery store?
God spoke to me. In the silence:
As my eyes scanned the perfect stillness of the lake that lay in front of my feet.
When the towering branches formed a protective roof over our tent in the thunder storm.
During the rush of a million drops of water which attest to their Creator through their collective voices.
The languages spoken through the birds chirping into the quiet
I still love the hustle and bustle noises of people engaged in the diverse activity of this world.
But sometimes, we need to be reminded who called it into being. And listen to God speaking though it.
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