The noise of the world had become overwhelming—voices, expectations, worries all competing for attention. One evening, tired and restless, I stepped away from everything and sat alone in a quiet place. There were no prayers spoken, no music playing, just stillness.

At first, the silence felt empty and uncomfortable. My thoughts were loud, and I wanted to fill the space with words. But as time passed, the noise inside me began to settle. My breathing slowed, and my heart felt lighter.

In that silence, I didn’t hear a voice, but I felt a presence—calm, steady, and reassuring. It was in the quiet that I realized God had always been there, waiting patiently beneath the noise. Silence didn’t mean absence; it was where God spoke most clearly.