pitch black without a sound...

Well, the semester is winding down and I will soon be released into the summer. The culmination of a junior year with new friendships and experiences will come to an end, leaving me to rethink, regroup and most importantly relax.

You see....
I've been really busy.

Not the 8-5 kind of busy...

the I don't know what to do with myself kind of busy.

too busy for friends
too busy to accomplish simple tasks
too busy to take a breath and
exhale...

Ok, so I'm obviously not filling my every minute with tasks and chores, but I have to grown to be very fond of the time that I spend alone.

I typically refuse silence. It is something that makes me uncomfortable and jittery. But lately, I've begun to see the need for it. I love people and spend most of my day in the presence of others, making conversation and listening. But some of my best moments have happened during quiet night drives across the bay, or sitting in my room when the roommates have gone. It makes me consider the tough questions. It causes me to re-prioritize. It lets me think about the people I care for the most. It lets me exhale...

Thank Jesus for silence.

He always got away. You'd find Him in a crowd, then He would escape. Not that He was the sneakster or anything, but it seems He knew the importance of solitude. It's like He didn't need anyone's validation. It's like He didn't need to be the center of attention. It's like he knew...
He knew that His time was coming.
He wanted to be with His Father.
He wanted to share Himself with his closest friends- the ones who would sleep through the night watch, the one who would betray Him, the one who would deny Him...thrice.

He desired the silence...
after all, He created it.

So I'm not leaving for the life of a monk, but I am convinced that I must embrace the silence.
Life will be all the more special because of it.