When it seems my hope is buried, under the ashes of my dreams that were  set on fire by this broken world,

When I cannot breath-in anymore oxygen because my world is now being polluted too fast for me to catch my breath,

When the cold two moons, two eyes of my past stare down into my heavy and broken soul, waiting in anticipation for the right moment to pounce,

When my eyes are no longer filled by the brilliant beauty of a maker, but consumed by the broken-down, dark forest that is surrounded by my own broken mirrors towards death,

there is a silence.

A silence, that waits in the midst of this dark forest, resting and waiting for my acceptance.

The Silence is hidden now, buried in my own life of chaos and carosion, and my nonstop running and going, it waits.

Waiting for me to become still, silent, and return to the rest.  The rest that breathes-in the whispers of Elohim.  The rest He uses to make me numb to the world.  The rest that is back in the garden with Him and only Him.

I finally get still.  I finally breathe.  I lose track of the deafening screams, the cries, the distractions of this broken world.  I lift up the worldly ruble off The Silence.  I lift up the pain, I lift up the sorrow, I lift up the chains, and I lift up the anxiety of tomorrow.  I lift up every fear, I lift up the stress, I lift up my will and everything that has made me depressed.  I lift up everything that is not of you off The Silence and start to dig.

Digging until I reach His voice,

And there it is.

Like one, two , three, the place where His voice is heard, is found instantly.  It is found, once I let go and drop every worldly attack, situation, and brokenness.  I forget every distraction and issue that keeps flashing before my eyes.

The reassurance of His voice is found when I become silent.

I then enter The Silence with a restful heart, despite it all.  I breathe.  I let His peace fall and let His words of poetry overwhelm me.  I let His love consume me and He fills my eyes with hope and joy.

He fills me with Him.

His presence falls on me.  His glory rains and He reveals himself to me.

In the Silence, in the rest, in the garden His voice is heard.

The beckoning sound of an Almighty God breathes and whispers through my ears, forcing the beautiful sound to be the only think I hear.

In the Silence He speaks these words:

“I am here.  Through every passing day, I am here.  Through every step you take, I am here.  With intertwined fingers, I stand beside you and we walk.  We walk and I talk, but you cannot hear.  The distractions of this world have filled you eyes, leaving no room for my voice.  Be still.  I am through every situation you encounter.  Through all the chaos and through every situation, you will find me.  I am within every problem you face.  I breathe through the beauty, but I also breathe through the bad and the ugly.  I do not cause the problem, I am through the problem knowing you cannot do this alone.  I am here.  Let me take your hands and talk to you through it all.  Just look into my eyes.  Keep your eyes locked on mine.  I am so in love with you.  Let yourself breathe.  I am with you through it all.  And never forget to come to the garden and rest in me.

Because it is in The Silence, you hear my voice.”

I hope you enjoyed what God shared to me.  Thank you for reading!

God bless!