Quiet

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It's been quiet over here, I know. 

There are seasons when there's more than enough words out there - everyone with an opinion. My head can become such a noisy place. This summer felt like a good time to be still, calm my soul, and practice listening. There's freedom in not needing to be heard.

So I read stacks of books. 

I bought a Fitbit, which lured me outside for long daily walks. Our feisty family dog pulled me along and barked at everyone we passed. Meanwhile I repeatedly asked God to talk to me. As the kilometres added up, I pressed in, pressed on. My feet kept moving while my head hushed.  

There were early mornings and really early evenings. (Don't judge, guys.)

I didn't write a thing. 

September is fading now and this autumn season means that I've been quiet for very different reasons, perhaps. Doell family life looks like a full calendar and rushed dinners and evenings scheduled with meetings. It's intense, and it's all stuff we wouldn't trade. So I offer up prayer in my car-sanctuary and delight in a Friday sabbath with time for slow-cooking. I even write a little.

And I enjoy the afterglow of a quiet, slow summer. 

Here’s what I want you to do: Find a quiet, secluded place so you won’t be tempted to role-play before God. Just be there as simply and honestly as you can manage. The focus will shift from you to God, and you will begin to sense his grace. Matthew 6:6 The Message