Talking At God
My words fill the empty air between me and God. Asking, telling, pleading words that cram my heart into 26 letters. I pause to hear what He has to say.
And somehow I think if I keep talking He’ll hear me better. I talk to fill the space, to control what is unknown. But the only voice that can be heard in those moments is my own. If only I would stop.
A lot can be heard in quiet moments. Those times when words don’t fit and guards are dropped.
If I limit those moments between me and God I lose something I didn’t even know I longed for.
The moments for me to feel something.
Relationship is so much more than language.
Being uncomfortable in the silence is better than being comfortable in the chaos. Maybe it’s time we give God the chance to go beyond words.
These thoughts came from a place I didn’t know existed in me. A place longing for more than I understand. Maybe it’s just a piece of my journey. Maybe it’s a piece of yours, too. Join me?
About Becky Hastings
I am emotional and logical. I am strong and dependent. I am a juxtaposition of head and heart exploring it all through writing. And in all my mixed-up ways I am loved. I'm here to tell you that you are, too. Just the way you are.