There is a sacred tension between the prayer that is whispered and the prayer that is answered.
It is the wonder of waiting and the questioning of a God that hears.
Does He speak in silence?
Is the heart language we hear His words or ours?
When His goodness is not seen; and His timing not understood, is He any less present?
The space of not knowing points us to the One that knows. The absence of words leads us to His writing.
The void of His voice finds us speaking more to Him. The holy space of silence is not navigated by time but trust.