In the quiet

Dear Reader,

If you know me, you know I rarely sit still.

When something truly interests me, I give myself to it completely. From the moment I wake up until I go to bed, I am in it.

Learning, researching, trying to understand it more deeply.

Recently, I came across something that stayed with me.

The discipline of silence.

I did not expect it to affect me the way it has.

Slowly, I have been making space for it in my days. A few minutes in the middle of the day, and a longer pause in the evening.

No music, no scrolling, no distractions. Just silence.

At first, it felt unfamiliar. Even uncomfortable.

But in that quiet, I have started to notice something shift.

A sense of peace.

A kind of grounding that is hard to explain.

It has become a moment where I find myself remembering my purpose.

Being reminded of Who I am doing this for, those I have been entrusted to serve,

and why I have been given what I have been given.

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It also gently pulls me out of myself. Away from constant doing, and focus on simply being.

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And in those moments, I notice something else.

Ideas come. Clarity comes.

In the middle of the day, I keep it simple. Just some 10 minutes, often holding on to one word.
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In the evening, I sit a little longer. I ask myself a few quiet questions:

1. Gratitude: Where did I see God’s goodness today?

2. Awareness: Where did I feel most alive or present?

3. Desolation: Where did I feel distant, disoriented, or disconnected?

4. Confession: Where could I have responded or acted differently?

5. Renewal: What invitation is God extending for tomorrow?

I am still learning this. Still making space for it, day by day.

But I am beginning to understand that some things can only be heard in silence.

Warmly,

Rozanne