My house is so quiet!  Hubby is at work and my 8 year old is chillin' in the Bahamas at the Atlantis Resort!  Lucky little kid was invited to go with her friend and parents on vacation all expense paid - down to the passport!  We are blessed to have such generous and loving friends in our lives!

I ask for the quiet but when it actually gets here I have to think and ponder....and that can be scary.  There, I said it.  I don't really like to be quiet and think so I keep busy with shopping, talking, computer, projects, cleaning, etc,.etc.  Isn't it easier to stay busy than have time to think?  Isn't it more pleasant?

When it's quiet and I find myself having to think and ponder here's the deal.  I ponder my life and where I went right, where I went wrong, decisions I've made, regrets I have, people I miss, people I don't miss, friendships lost, family lost, family here, illness, heaven, the dusty house, the laundry, the cleaning, and the list goes on, and on, and on.  Now that doesn't sound like very much fun....and it is scary....and it can be very melancholy.

I don't like melancholy.

I like joy.  Joy is fun, joy is life, joy is love, joy is laughter.  There isn't much joy in quiet.

But there is a problem....without quiet I don't hear God either.  I can't shut down my "ponder" enough to hear Him or to even listen for Him.

and that's scary...

So it's scary to be quiet.....and it's scary not to be quiet.

Sound like mindless blather?   Hmmm....now I think I'll have to be quiet and ponder that too.