I crashed onto my bed last night, not out of sleepiness, but out of emotional exhaustion. I was drained. It had been one of those days.

He says, “Be still, and know that I am God” – Psalm 46:10a

I did not turn on the sound machine. I did not turn on the fan. I wanted silence. I needed silence to still my mind and heart. Quiet is what I craved. However, this was not what I found. Instead, I was surrounded by a world of beautiful sounds speaking to me from outside my bedroom window.

A slight breeze rustling through the tops of the trees.

Songs of  birds on their branches floating  like music notes in the air.

Tree lizards displaying their voices in the twilight.

I didn’t hear silence. I heard the symphony of creation.

To be still is not to be quiet. It is to listen – listen to creation, listen to the Spirit, listen for that still, small voice whose whisper may just come in the breeze.

To be still is to breathe in life.