“For God alone my soul in silence waits.” Psalm 62:5
The other morning my wife, Judie, and I got up very early while it was still pitch dark outside. We were staying at our beach house on Puget Sound. We wanted to watch the sunrise and also watch the tide come in. The tide was scheduled to be one of the highest of the winter. We enjoyed a breakfast of coffee, pancakes and bacon. And then we settled in to watch the show nature put on for us, warm coffee mugs in hand.
While waiting both for the sunrise and the high tide, I noticed how contemplative the whole experience was. Not much talking. Mostly sitting and waiting and watching in quiet. Nature did not disappoint. The pink sunrise, reflected in the still waters, was glorious to behold. The high tide nearly reached the top of our sea wall like water reaching the top rim of a bathtub. Both phenomena of nature filled our hearts with gentle amazement and quiet gratitude.
Contemplative prayer is much like this. Waiting and watching in faith for God to come in silence - a faint whisper, a “still small voice.”
~ PR