In silence, I can actually hear what I believe. I can feel what is true beneath all the distraction. This is why I value silence now in a way I did not before. 🕯️

The world is so loud. Everyone is pushing you toward something, asking something of you, demanding you respond immediately. But in silence—real silence, the kind where you are alone with God and with yourself—you discover what is actually yours and what you only thought belonged to you. 💫

God speaks in the quiet. Not with thunder always. Often with whisper. Often with presence rather than words. I have stopped expecting Him to shout and started listening for the gentle movement of His grace. ✨

Why do we fear silence so much that we fill it with anything rather than sitting still long enough to understand what it is trying to teach us? 🤔