Phones are held to ears in cars, walking to lunch, in supermarkets. We surf the internet for hours and hours. One wonders if silence and space and solitude is so filled with dread we must fill it at any cost, almost desperately. There is a brilliant blue bird in South America that collects blue trinkets for its nest. One nest near town even contained a sapphire ring, bits of blue foil, and a bright blue marble.
Some nests are so filled with clutter, there is no room for the eggs, even for the little birds.
Our God usually comes only when we make room for Him. In some ways He s shy. Noise seems to frighten Him away. The TV goes on the moment we walk into the house. We ruminate over and over about hurts done to us, real or imagined.