The Way of the Spirit is Quiet...
- Cynthia Tudball
- Apr 2
- 1 min read
4th of 5 — Come Sit With Me a While
The Way of the Spirit and the Quiet That Guides Us
There are places on this land where the air feels different—lighter, steadier, almost threaded with something holy. I didn’t notice it at first. Grief had narrowed my senses, and survival had become my only prayer.
But the Spirit has a way of finding the cracks. Of slipping through the smallest openings. Of reminding us we are not wandering alone.
One evening, long after the sun dipped behind the ridge, I stood in the pasture listening to the soft chew of hay and the slow sighs of horses settling in. The world felt hushed, as if holding its breath. And in that stillness, something inside me unclenched.
Not a revelation. Not a booming voice. Just a knowing.
A knowing that God had been here the whole time—in the breath of the horses, in the steadiness of the land, in the quiet invitations I had been too tired to hear.
The way of the Spirit is not loud. It waits. It whispers. It meets us exactly where we are.
If you’ve been longing for direction or reassurance—come sit with me a while. Let the Spirit meet you in the quiet. Let the land steady you. Let the horses remind you that guidance often arrives gently.
A song to sit with: Jess Ray — “Runaway”
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