Silence... is broken....

They say....

Silence is golden.

And it is!   I remember the long days, months, years with toddlers - the never-ending questions, the screaming, the whining and complaining, the fits of laughter and fits of crying, the sound-effects.   I remember how I longed for just a few minutes of peace - Silence.

Now - 13 years from the birth of the youngest baby, the noise is different.   There are deep conversations, and corny jokes, laughing, and sometimes crying, whining and complaining (still), spiritual discussions, and awkward topics, and sibling fights and reprimands.

And still there are days when all I want is some silence, quiet, and peace.  Yet, in the stillness and quiet, what I really long for is a deep, meaningful connection - Silence is golden until I realize it is not the silence I crave, but the engaging conversation.  The exchange of ideas, feelings, thoughts, fears, hopes, and dreams.

This advent season I am reminded of how God's children must have felt during that time between Malachi and Christ.   From the beginning of time, God had always spoke - through people and prophets, angels and messengers...ALWAYS.  And suddenly the sound was gone - Abruptly stopped and silent.  Hushed and noiseless.

And it stayed that way....for 400 years...

And then, Creation held its breath.   Angels waited with glorious expectation, and the silence was broken.  Shattered...

With the cry of a BABY

John 1:14 The Word became flesh.