We are surrounded by noise just about everywhere we go.
In my grief journey, I need noise. The louder the better. The television is on, whether I was watching or not, and music is always playing. Getting in my vehicle, I was like a teenager; the music blares, so much I was getting some weird stares from people at the red light! This 'ole' person is really jamming!
Mornings are difficult for me. Every morning it feels like I have been crushed by a steam roller. In the past week, I have begun to allow quietness back into my life. Especially in the morning hours, after I collect my wits from waking up, the television is off and there is no music playing. Instead, I sit and listen to the quietness. I am not going to lie; it is tough for me, even for five minutes. This morning, as I sit and listen to the rain, I offer praise to God for giving me another day. However, I am finding out that being still is helping me navigate this uncharted territory.