FINDING MY SILENCE TO HEAR HIS WORD

These past few years of my writing Practice have worked at achieving the anticipated goal of finding my true voice, not just the accumulation of other voices that I have listened to and learned from over the years.  That was the intended goal but now I believe it has done something even better; it has purged the words all welled up inside me so that I could finally find and experience my true silence; a sacred silence that like gold emerges when the dross is melted away. 

Thomas Aquinas experienced this when he compared all he had thought and written to the vision of God he had seen, and thought it straw.  Isaiah experienced this when he saw God in all His glory on the throne in the temple and declared himself lost, undone, a man of unclean lips.  Mary experienced that as she ceased her serving and simply sat at the Master’s feet.

There are no words to speak; only worship to come forth from the sanctuary of my soul, made pure by the purging of words leaving only the silence of His being in me.  Now, if words come, I want them to come out of that silence; if thoughts come, I want them to come out of that silence.  I am not wanting to find my voice; I want to clearly and purely hear God’s voice, His still small voice, the sound of a whisper.

The pilgrimage of my heart is taking a different tack.  I have been mending my nets and now I am positioning my sails Home, towards the dwelling place of God.  I want to abide in Him and have His words abide in me, so that the fruit I produce in thought, word, and deed will be good and abiding fruit that is pleasing to Him.