I’m hearing this echo. The need to be still, when life calls me to jump on the conveyor belt of crowds headed to success under the plastic sign that reads My Agenda. It’s counter intuitive to turn away from the world’s come-hither arms, to sit down in a quiet corner, stare at the sea waiting for Him for show up.

But really, I’ve never been a mainstream girl in the depths of my soul.  Neither is the One I’m waiting for.

May you find your voice in the midst of the crowds this weekend. He recognizes it over all the noise, when you whisper.