It’s cold, it feels more like a foggy day in London, rather than a day on the Mediterranean. I smell smoke coming from smoke stacks of neighboring homes, I hear the waves as they crash against the shore line. There is a calm here. The tiny community of Altea is bustling during the summer, when I’ve visited before. But today, it is sleepy. It is filled with the regular lives of its residents rather than the excitement of those who call it home only on their holidays.
I woke up this morning, thinking it was time to be awake. It was 6a.m. and I naturally had risen from my nights slumber. I unpacked, organized, drank a protein shake, took my vitamins and decided I need to lay down one more time. I tucked myself in my warm bed, a stark contrast from the cold home I am in, and closed my eyes. They did not open again until nearly 4pm. I think I was still tired.
In those short moments of being awake I thought, “what have I done?” I am far away from all I know. I have friends going through things back home that I am not there to be with, there are events back home I want to partake in and there was nothing to distract me from… me.
Life can be full of noise. And though the noise may be good, it is still noise, and I needed a break to hear myself and to connect with Jesus again. And, the thought of both things sent tears straight for my tear ducks until they peaked out and took a nosedive down my cheeks. I am curious what will come of the noise? What will the tears lead me to? What are the things in my heart that have been begging to be heard but, like a quiet person at a table with loud storytellers, they’ve had not had room to speak.
The next few weeks of life I am going to listen to the quiet person at the table and see what her wisdom will have to say.
I look forward to sharing bits along the way.
The questions I would like to leave with you today my friends is this, What is the quiet person at the table of your life wanting to say to you? Does she have room to speak? What gets in the way of you listening?