It's been quiet over here in our little corner, hasn't it? Not a blog has been written in almost a month.
Sometimes quiet is a good thing. A sleeping baby is quiet. A car that runs smoothly is quiet. Golden sunsets are quiet. Twinkling stars are quiet.
But while things are quiet here, there are still small ruffles at the edge of the quiet. A phone call that encourages us. A Christmas card with a check in it for Charlie's trip to Ghana. A pastor who tells us that Charlie's ministry to him on a dark night several weeks ago was just what he needed to keep going.
So just because it's been quiet, it does not mean things are not happening. It's just that the small things that ripple through our lives are hard to write about in a way that makes sense to a general public.
And in the wake of much disaster, heartache, and turmoil, I am blessed by the quietness.
Sometimes quiet is a good thing. A sleeping baby is quiet. A car that runs smoothly is quiet. Golden sunsets are quiet. Twinkling stars are quiet.But while things are quiet here, there are still small ruffles at the edge of the quiet. A phone call that encourages us. A Christmas card with a check in it for Charlie's trip to Ghana. A pastor who tells us that Charlie's ministry to him on a dark night several weeks ago was just what he needed to keep going.
So just because it's been quiet, it does not mean things are not happening. It's just that the small things that ripple through our lives are hard to write about in a way that makes sense to a general public.
And in the wake of much disaster, heartache, and turmoil, I am blessed by the quietness.
