I’m not good at the practice of silence and solitude. I like chatter and hustle and bustle because they feel productive.
Silence and solitude, at least from a distance, seem well, lonely and unconstructive. Like waiting for a bus you’re not sure is coming.
However, though it’s not my go-to mode, over the years I’ve grudgingly come to experience great value in the discipline of being alone and quiet with God.
When I look at the account of the first Christmas, it’s not that there wasn’t chaos, confusion, and noise. “The little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes”?? Are you kidding?