So, after the first attempt, I said I’d try again. And I did. Last time wasn’t an abject failure, but neither was it a roaring success. So this time, I changed things slightly. I decided to spend the silent hour walking again, but this time took a route that I didn’t need a map for, so that my journey would not become something that distracted me from its purpose… The second time round, the route was slightly shorter, but I figured it would take about an hour (it did!)
There are a handful of friends who I can sit in a room with, in absolute silence, and feel completely comfortable. As I did my silent walk, I decided that maybe that was part of the learning process when it comes to being silent as a spiritual discipline. You see, the vast majority of my time, I have a tendency to fill the gaps in the silence. I find myself doing the same thing in my prayers. I guess my thinking is, God’s not speaking, so I may as well. If he’s not going to say anything, I will. And yet, perhaps that suggests a lack of comfort in His presence. So as I wandered through the fields, I made the effort just to take time to say nothing. I enjoyed His creation. I wasn’t completely silent in my brain, but I tried to keep as focused as I could on the point of my walk, which was to enjoy being silent with God.
So, although I wouldn’t say I heard Him say anything in particular, perhaps it resulted in a subtle shift in my thinking. Perhaps I’ve taken a step towards a greater willingness to be silent. A willingness to enjoy being in His presence, rather than simply awaiting a bolt of inspiration, or speaking when none comes.
What about you?
Do you find silence easy or difficult?
What have you learnt from silence?