a time to tear, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
I am not always good at keeping silent. Silence can sometimes feel awkward and I want to fill that awkwardness with words, even if the words aren’t necessary. Silence can sometimes make me feel nervous. “Should I say something? Is anyone else going to say something?” But when I embrace the awkwardness of silence, I sometimes learn things that I would not have known if I had been quick to fill the silence . It may mean giving my daughter time and space to talk, without injecting my two cents worth right away. If I do this, I may learn more about her heart and her hopes and dreams. It may mean listening even when I really want to speak to show others I truly value what they are saying and want to share. Sometimes, even awkward silences are good. Living life addicted to noise can leave me feeling empty. I need to take the time to enjoy the beauty of silence.