I am God.
~ Psalm 46:10
In these days of instantaneous everything, it might be a healing practice to consider the notion of silence. Not speaking. Not texting. Not emailing. No screens at all. No phones at all. Silence. Just silence.
Praying silently asks us, invites us, encourages and welcomes us into the awareness of God being present. Recognizing God’s presence in our lives. God in our minds. God in our hearts. God in our breathing.
In silent prayer as we create a place for what appears to be nothing, we just might discover and rediscover everything. No agenda. No supplication. No confession. No proclamation. No earthly idea of what is to come. Silent prayer is being open to being open.
This might sound like I’m talking in circles. I really don’t mean to. What I do want is to speak about the mystery that is always companioning us. When we are mindful of it and when we are not. When we are naming and claiming it and when we are not. Perhaps time spent in silent prayer can allow us the space to encounter grace. Encountering something greater than ourselves - more loving, more hopeful, more generous than we can see ourselves ever being. As if for the first time.
For centuries we have been called to be still and here, in this time and place of silent prayer we are invited to embrace it. All in. Heart, mind and soul. Silence. Focus on the One who is God, who was, is and will be.
(I’ll quit writing, so you can try it. The Lord be with you.)