Escaping out of the hot house, I listen to the noises of the night and watch a spider intricately spin it’s web. The evening air cools my sticky skin, while the vast orchestra of crickets soothes my mind with a slow dance. Lightning bugs lift like lanterns in a dusky atmosphere. Birds wings flutter as they nestle in their nests, singing to themselves a quick lullaby. The street light reflects on the silent cars that have finally parked after daily errands.
The spider is on night shift, I sigh in relief, knowing that my day is done. Stillness is necessary in rest. I drown out stillness too much with entertainment. Constant noise arrests my thoughts because it doesn’t want me to be still. The spider sits for a moment waiting for something to get caught in his web. Then he softly cascades downward with another line of thread to cover a larger area. God captures my attention when outside interference is removed. Stillness hushes the worries of the day with promise of a new day approaching. God doesn’t have to yell as loud at me when everything is turned off and I am tuned in.