One a month on a Monday night we have a monastic meal. Simple soup, bread, and complete silence for an hour.
We commune with God together. We commune with God alone.
No eye contact. No words. One hour.
Can you imagine what kind of sensitivity this cultivates in our spirits? I can't even imagine.
This Monday is our first one and I am intrigued to see what God does.
I am beginning to love silence. To sit and be still. To know. To hear the sweet words from His mouth drip like honey into my spirit. For my understanding to be blown wide open with revelation on who He is, just because I was silent.
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