Silence Can Be Deafening
Let it speak to you
by Joanne Troppello
Three months ago, our internet went out because tree trimming workers were sent out by the township to trim trees near the utility lines on our street. While they were driving away, their truck accidentally pulled down the cable lines. This happened on a Wednesday afternoon when I had to finish up on copywriting projects before finishing up packing—since we were leaving Friday to go on a trip with family.
I was annoyed that we had no internet and the connection couldn’t be restored until after 10:30 the next morning. Thankfully, I could use my cell phone as a hotspot to connect to my laptop to get onto the internet. Due to COVID-19, T-Mobile was providing customers with extra free mobile data for three months.
However, I didn’t want to use too much data since I wanted to ensure that I could use my cell phone as a hotspot in case I needed it on the trip (since I still needed to complete some writing projects). I was able to complete my writing projects that afternoon. Then we ate dinner, I cleaned up, and did some packing.
So, by then it was 9:30 pm. My husband had already gone to bed by that time since he had to get up early the next morning for work. I usually like to wind down at night and watch TV before bed. However, since we stream our TV through the online streaming service, Philo, I couldn’t watch TV—unless I wanted to use more of my mobile data through the hotspot.
Yes, in the grand scheme of things this was not a huge issue. It was an inconvenience.
I should reiterate, this was before the tragic death of George Floyd and the ensuing protests and riots—and our nation becoming even more divided. We were still experiencing COVID-19 and transitioning out of quarantine life with our state just starting to open up.
Once I got beyond my annoyance, I felt God speaking to my heart that I should embrace the silence.
That is a rare thing these days with all our interconnectivity, 24/7 news cycle, social media addictions, and feeling lost without our phones, tablets, or laptops.
However, I decided to just sit and listen. What did I have to lose? It’s not like I could really do anything else in the moment other than go to sleep and I wasn’t tired yet.
The next two hours were peaceful and renewing.
I couldn’t rely on listening to worship music on Spotify like I usually do when I want to refocus on God. I read my Bible, prayed, and worship music welled up inside my heart and I started singing quietly.
When I first unwillingly sat down to try to embrace the quiet, the silence was deafening. It was surreal.
I wasn’t used to this much quiet. I usually have the TV on in the background or listen to music when working from home. Even when washing dishes after dinner, I have the TV on. I’m not used to just sitting in silence.
However, it was a powerful moment and reminder to me.
The silence was deafening, and I needed to let it speak to me. God wanted to speak to me when there was no other noise to drown out His voice.
“Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth!” (Psalm 46:10, NKJV)
This verse came to mind while I sat in the silence. I realized how God wants to speak to me each day, but many times I am too busy to listen. I’m too distracted by work and family responsibilities. The cares of life were weighing me down.
I hope the memory of this night will live on in my mind, reminding me to embrace the silence and let it speak to me—reminding me of God’s grace and goodness so I can be open to hearing His voice.
About the Author
Joanne Troppello is an author, writer, and poet. She is the publisher of the online Christian lifestyle magazine, Mustard Seed Sentinel.