Hello

"Hello....Hello... Hello...Hello..." with each hello getting quieter she heard her voice resonate down into the blackness. "Can anyone hear me... hear me... hear me... hear me..." she yelled again hoping that this time she might get a response. Frustrated, she grabbed a pebble from the gravel path near by and she held it over the large hole. Slowly she released her fingers from around the rock and it fell... down, down, down... she could hear it running along the sides of the wall as if the opening was getting smaller and smaller. She waited to hear a thud, or a splash as the rock hit whatever it was that was at the bottom of this... but she never heard anything... only silence. She wanted to know what this hole was for, and why it was right here for her to pass by. She wanted to know what was at the bottom and she wanted to hear the voice that should be answering her call. When she yelled into the darkness, she didn't get an answer, all she heard was herself... her own voice? Maybe this was what God needed her to hear instead of hearing His voice... maybe the silence had a purpose, or maybe it wasn't really silence at all. It was then that she realized that it is through these dark, silent unknowns in life that God can show us so much wisdom in the comfort of our own voice and heart... for He resides not in a noise or sound, but in our heart.