21/52 be still my heart

At small group we used to share what we liked to call "God sightings." I have to confess that after awhile, it didn't mean anything. I'd repeat the same trite, insincere story about God's presence in some conversation with that non-Christian friend. Once in awhile maybe it was true. But most of the time, I really didn't see or feel God in the everyday. It never really occurred to me that this should bother me, that this isn't the way God intended it to be. That we weren't meant to walk alone, but rather to always enjoy his close companionship. But I didn't know any better, so I never wondered why a God sighting was about as likely as a quality women's tennis match.

Then this week I found the answer to the question I wasn't even asking. I've been jogging the same path almost every day for the past three weeks and it was only just yesterday that I noticed this cross. What was different about this day? It was the first time I was without my mp3 player. And it was then that it hit me that I'm oblivious to God's presence because I'm addicted to all this unnecessary noise in my life. Somewhere along the road I stopped being comfortable with the silence. But if God screams to use in our pain, then he whispers in our comfort and the only way to hear it is to block out all that background noise, be still, and really listen.