One Person’s Witness to Quiet Day

I diligently read all the suggested Lenten Psalms before, during and since the Saturday event.  I came warmly dressed and with Peterson’s Message and Martin Laird’s Into The Silent Land.   The fly leaf described it as being “for those who desire to journey more deeply into the silence of God.”  That sounded right for the day.  It continued with, “Ultimately, Laird shows how the wounds we loathe become vehicles of the healing silence we seek.” Hmm, I wasn’t so sure about that one.

I expected to connect with God.  There were moments in which that seemed to be so.  I’m familiar with unbidden tears during worship but, it didn’t happen that day.

Days later, I noticed a change in myself.  I sensed a “knowing” of the deep meaning of phrases from the Psalms:

“Cleanse me from my secret faults.”

“Let me be acceptable in your sight.”

“Oh, my God, I trust in You.”

And from Mark 2,

“Live as free people. . as slaves of God.”


I wanted to surrender and consciously seek to do His will every moment of my day.  My usual anxiety over deadlines and unfinished tasks were gone.

I especially resonated to Psalm 107:1-3

“Oh thank God— He is so good!

His love never runs out.

 All of you set free by God, tell the world!

Tell how he freed you from oppression,

Then rounded you up from all over the place,

From the four winds, from the seven seas.

I trust God will continue to send me what I need to know about myself and his love. May your silent moments be as rich.