Is It Silence or Is It Peace?

Tonight, the house feels quiet. I can hear the insects outside, the steady hum of the ceiling fan, and the faint drip of the ice maker—sounds I usually overlook. The silence seems to have a voice, yet my thoughts echo louder, asking questions I’m unsure I’m ready to face.

Is this truly what I want?

I recall the times I was told I’d end up alone if I didn’t change my attitude, and now I wonder if that’s happening. My children are nearly grown, and much of my life has revolved around serving others. Now that it’s truly quiet, I see how little I do for myself.

I sit amidst the soft sounds of a house that once felt full but now feels empty. The silence reminds me that, for the first time in a long while, nothing and no one demands my attention—just me. And I’m uncertain about what to do with that.

Nevertheless, even in this deep silence, I try to feel grateful. Maybe this marks the start of something new, even if it doesn’t seem like it yet. Perhaps this emptiness is creating space for my heart to finally speak what it’s been trying to say.

And maybe—just maybe—God is using this quiet to remind me I am never truly alone, even when it seems that way. His presence fills the gaps in the silence.

In the end, it’s all about perspective. The quiet that feels heavy now can transform into peace later. It’s not just what we see, but how we choose to experience it—meeting each moment with openness instead of fear.

Sometimes, silence feels overwhelming, but perhaps it’s in stillness that we begin to hear the whispers of our hearts. If I had to choose, I would choose peace. Would you? 🌙

-Toniray