Sometimes the music fades. For some of you that’s not news, but for me it’s a pretty big deal. For me the music is always playing: I wake up singing, I sit in meetings singing, I read singing, I eat singing, I fall asleep singing. All day, nearly every day of my life, I’m singing a tune in my mind. I live with my very own soundtrack! It’s really a beautiful thing.
But yesterday I noticed the music was gone. I’m not sure how long it has been gone or when it began to fade away, but it has definitely departed. No soundtrack. No background noise. No happy melody to serenade me throughout the day. Just me… alone with my thoughts.
This is indeed a strange reality. I’m not depressed. I’m not sad. I don’t feel stressed or worried or burdened. But I am thinking a lot. I’m thinking about what God expects of me. I’m thinking about the past. I’m thinking about the future. I’m thinking of all the mistakes I’ve made—now even the mistakes I didn’t know I had made. I’m thinking about problems and solutions.
The new motorcycle isn’t helping. On the bike I have no one to talk to and no distracting cell phone or radio. On the bike the wind howls in my ears leaving only my thoughts to occupy my attention. Thanks to the bike even my travel time has been reduced to thinking time.
Ecclesiastes 3:7 says there is a time to be silent and a time to speak. It appears that this is my time to be silent. I don’t do silent very well; I prefer action. But seeing as how the music has been silenced, I suppose it is time for me to be silent. I suspect God has something to tell me. I suspect he needs my undivided attention. I suspect I won’t like what he has to say. I know it is coming—I can feel it.
It is time to be still.
It is time to be silent.
It is time to wait for God.