I know that my reader has a contemplative heart. I know he or she has been praying for a while, maybe a lifetime, and has a rich, stable relationship with God that no longer depends on the ups and downs of their emotions. I know they have suffered a mighty something–maybe something they’ve never spoken of– and chosen to stay at the cross. Or on the cross. They aren’t going anywhere but higher up and deeper in. That’s exactly where I’ll meet them. It’s where I want to be, too.

And in this space, at Word and Silence (and writethesewords.com), that reader is also a writer. A writer with a longing for silence and even solitude who is also called to create and communicate. This writer dances on the line between wordless wonder and lavish expressiveness. It is from silence that all their words come, and in the end, all lead back to–but not a mute, sterile silence. It is the silence of a sacred space for all that is ineffable. It is a humble, obedient, expectant, living silence.