The silence has lessened a bit lately. We have conversation--a few laughs, exchanging of thoughts. He opens his world a bit--new exercises he's learning, a successful math test. And a hungry mother takes it in like manna, quenches a thirst with it. And it is in these moments that I know of God's mercy, His grace. It is in these moments when I realize that He knows just when and how I need to be fed. He knows that the thirst has become too much. He knows that I still see the young man in my car as the infant that captured my heart with his very first breath.
And I accept His mercy; and I am thankful for the respite--but I am learning (through a wonderful book by Ann Voskamp) that I am also thankful for the silence. For it is the experience of the silence that opens my eyes and heart to the joy of his laughter, his words, his thoughts. And the joy is deeper, more swollen than the joy before the silence.
Thank you God for the silence and for new ways of seeing You!
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