Sometimes, we are praying, praying, praying, yearning to hear something — anything — and all we seem to hear or feel is silence.
Do you know the kind I mean?
Lately, my heart is aching for answers and direction, for the next door to open, the next nudge from Him, the next step to be revealed in His plan for me…
But He’s silent.
At least for now.
And I’m learning how to press into that quiet and that silence, opening my heart a little more, asking Him to teach me how to rest in it, rather than fight it.
This book is one of my sweetest antiquing finds. It’s so tiny and darling, and it even has a woman’s name inscribed inside the front cover.
Here’s a snippet from one of the poems inside. I love the lines: Faith is the dreams that all hearts know, the evidence of things that are not seen.
I’m thankful that He knows the dreams on my heart and that even when He’s silent, in my faith, I can find Him.