There’s a lot of noise in my mind. I feel my frustrations build one on top of the other. I need to get away. Clear away these thoughts that collide and crumble into pieces. Sometimes I want to cry. In the hope of washing away the debris. Feeling unwanted. Feeling insecure. Feeling lonely. In the silence that will come. I hope and pray God finds me. Help me. Clean me. Restore me. May the noises be conversations that speak with meaning and delight. Set the pace with peace. Bring in light. I hope … In the silence.