In a place of silence and peace, I can hear Father speaking to me and the conversation becomes very intimate. That’s because He knows every thought I have, often better than I know myself.
Sometimes we humans have unacknowledged thoughts and reactions hidden in foggy imprints from the past. These are impressions we never told anyone and barely noticed ourselves.
For instance, that glance when my friend took my seat in high school. It registered in my heart and became a basic point of reference for subsequent glances in my life. After four decades the glance in high school is forgotten, but the standard it created is still weighing future reactions.
Father sees it and knows it lives deep in my bones. He remembers. And when I am confused by my own impressions, I can sit with Him and He will guide me to change hidden standards, or erase old judgments, and finish forgiving.
If I am willing to sit quietly, I will find out secrets within myself and secrets that Father holds dear. Secrets aren’t shared openly. They are shared intimately, and very quietly.
If we want secrets, then we must be willing to pay the price of intimacy. It is solitary silence.