Come, let’s sit and talk. Truth is waiting for us under this star studded sky. Listen to my words, but hear my heart. There is no blame here. Grace is spinning and swirling around our words and our hands. Hear it? Listen.
We have walked far together. We have trekked over mountain ranges and we have waded through swamps. Hands clasped and hearts cleaved.
You have been constant.
And often silent.
I know you have been present. I have come to know you as silence as much as I have as Lord.
My battered heart knows silence. And it has come to love the quiet.
My murkiness has often tainted our conversations. I have poured out mirth on your claims of mercy and grace. I have snapped at your unwavering kindness. Perhaps some of your goodness has seeped through?
I have a suggestion for you.
I require so little.
Will you hear me out and consider my simple request?
Here is what I offer you.
I offer my silence in return for yours. I offer you my contentment and my quiet heart in return for yours. Can we just sit, in stillness? I have no need of loud proclamations or fire.
Let’s meet amongst big skies and loud storms, dusty mornings and sweet winds. Amongst the wind and rain and Spring mornings, this is when your grace and goodness collides with my tainted heart. Just meet me here. That’s all I ask.
It is not so simple is it? Did you hear they slight desperation in my voice? Just meet me here.
And this is when I hear it. The rushing in of your heart. Your delight in chasing my tainted heart over the mountains, again and again. Your voice amidst the howling wind, ‘Mine. You are mine’. In silence and in heart stopping noise –‘You are mine’.