Come Occupy My Silent Place
Come Occupy My Silent Place
I’m unsure what to write today. In many ways, my head, heart, and soul are full—full with thoughts, feelings, and emotions that I haven’t quite managed to untangle fully, yet. There is so much still to process, to reflect on, and to work out. The unknowns in life remain, and if I’m honest, the lack of answers and solutions feels uncomfortable.
And yet, in this moment, as I sit drinking my morning coffee, there is a gentle of reassurance. A reminder that even “‘mid all the traffic of the ways, turmoils without, within,” God is present. There is space—if I allow it—for Him to turn up and do His thing.
There is a temptation, when life is uncertain or overwhelming, to fill the silence with noise, to drown out the discomfort with busyness or distraction. But today, I am drawn instead to the quiet. To the silent place within where God is waiting to meet me. John Oxenham’s words are food for the soul:
“Come occupy my silent place,
And make Thy dwelling there!
More grace is wrought in quietness
Than any is aware.”
There is discomfort, but beauty, in the quiet. In the stillness, grace is at work in ways I may not see or understand. It is in these silent places—where words fail, where the weight of the unknown presses in—that God speaks. Not always with answers, but with presence. Not necessarily with solutions, but with peace.
Perhaps that is enough for today. To sit in the silence, to let the uncertainty be, and to trust that God is at work in the quiet.
Thank God for the beauty of quiet spaces amidst the turmoil.

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