It all started with an imaging exercise we did at a church leadership event. I was to imagine walking from my home, to a park and from there a wooded path to a clearing. I was to visualize sitting in a comfortable place in the clearing and then imagine that Jesus joined me. I visualized it all…the park, the path, the beautiful clearing…me sitting there and then Jesus arriving. He looked a little like Kevin Costner did a few years ago. What can I say, my Jesus is cute.
In my imagining, I was eager to talk to him. I had questions to ask, issues to share, bones to pick. Every time in this exercise that I opened my mouth my Jesus told me to hush. He did it in a nice Jesus/Kevin Costner kind of way. I’d say, “But Jesus…” “Shh, Cindy.” “But…” “Shhh”
Finally, I stopped talking and just sat with him. It became pleasant after a while. No words, nothing…just silence and the two of us sitting there together.
The visioning exercise surprised me, after all, I was the one doing the visioning, why was I imagining silence when I wanted so badly to talk?
I don’t know. All I do know is that visioning exercise ushered in a season of shhh in my life. A season where I have been called to be quiet; to be still; to be; to heal; to wait. I have tried to honor that. But, honestly, being quiet is tough. I keep wanting to write something, tweet something, text something. I’m a pastor in love with words…I love to write them, speak them, journal them. I had speaking engagements that I cancelled because I felt so strongly that I needed to hush.
Only now do I feel the stirrings that perhaps it is okay to say a little something. What I want to say is only that shhhh is not all that bad. Maybe a season of shhhh is a good counter to the overload of life and communication as we know it.
Feeling overwhelmed? Feeling stretched? Try shhhh.