One thing I love about living in a home that is surrounded by woods is that there is a wonderful quiet that blankets us just about all the time. In the distance we can sometimes hear on the nearby country road the early morning traffic, but mostly there is a delicate silence.
As an extroverted introvert, I find that I need the quiet to refresh and refuel. I don’t crave it all the time, because I love being with people and will often seek other’s company. But when I begin to sense an encroaching loneliness—even when I’m with loved ones—that’s when I need to be surrounded with solitude, so I can listen. Not to my own thoughts (that usually lands me in a heap of trouble), but to the Lord’s.