When I think of quiet, perhaps I picture a deserted beach, hammock swaying lazily in the sun.
Or maybe an open field, full of light and possibilities.
Maybe it’s a soft, fluffy bed at the end of a productive day.
All very soft and soothing images. Yet sometimes the quiet is majestic. It is the mountains soaring up to meet the sky, as we stand and wonder. As we are reminded, “Be still and know that I am God.”
The quiet majesty of God’s creation points me to the great, all-encompassing Father. And in that quiet, I remember His promises. Promises of hope and salvation, reminders to fear and reverence my Lord and Savior.
Sometimes it feels as though all eternity lives in the quiet. God’s power is so great that He has no need to shout. We can see Him in the many different kinds of quiet all around us.