Too often, I fail to hear his voice over the deafening noise of my life. I habitually step into a frenetic, adrenaline pace, filling my life with noise, hurry, and crowds. And then I feel victimized by the rush. “I just don’t have time.” I turn a deaf ear to his voice when I bury myself under layers of blogs, texts, posts, tweets, and e-mails. Noise. Over time, my life begins to align with the shallow buzz of adrenaline, social media, and coffee. I slip into this rhythm for weeks, weeks which become months, which become years. I don’t notice the difference, at least for a while. But slowly and
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