Silence - An Invitation

Alone time is one of the most confusing times, in my opinion. It can be one of the most beautiful things, and one of the darkest and hardest things. It can hold both peace and pain.

If I am being honest, alone time is probably where I have struggled the most. It has felt like all of a sudden, when everyone I love isn’t with me, the room just vacuums into a silent, meaningless void. A stillness and quietness that feels chaotic and loud. It’s when memories replay. It’s when it seems the enemy whispers all his lies. It’s when I question my life and my purpose. It’s when I think about everything wonderful I have, and the enemy twists it into fear of everything wonderful I could lose. Why? That’s the question I found myself asking. Why does this time feel so heavy? Why does it feel so empty and lonely? Why does silence feel like something I have to survive instead of something I can rest in?

The Lord really convicted me then. It’s amazing how when we truly seek Him for answers, He always has them waiting—right on time.

I felt the Lord say that my alone time is supposed to be my time with Him. It’s supposed to be a place where instead of feeling purposeless, I get to just rest in being His daughter. A place where I don’t have to strive. A place where I am simply known and deeply loved.

That instead of replaying memories of things I wish I could forget, I get to renew my mind in Him. Instead of allowing old wounds to speak louder than truth, I get to sit with the one who heals. A place where fear can’t exist, only gratitude and peace. A place where His voice is louder than the lies, and His peace quiets the noise in my mind. A place where He fills me back up to fulfill my calling outside the sacred place of exclusivity with the Lord.

There is no other way to grow in relationship with our Heavenly Father than to spend one-on-one time with Him. To sit with Him and talk with Him. To listen to everything He wants to tell you. To rest in the peace of His presence. And that is why the enemy fights so hard to steal that time. That is why he tries to meet us in the silence—when no one else is around to pull us out, when distractions are gone, and we are left alone with our thoughts. He knows the power found in quiet moments with God, and he fears what happens when we choose His presence over the lies.

I am not saying that I never feel those feelings in my alone time anymore, but I recognize it now and switch my mind frame so those thoughts don’t have the space to exist. I’ve learned to notice when fear tries to enter and invite truth instead. I’ve learned that I don’t have to run from the quiet. Instead of fearing that time, I cherish it.

The silence no longer feels empty—it feels intentional. It feels like an invitation. An invitation to slow down, to breathe, to listen, and to be filled.

Alone time has become sacred. A space where I am held, restored, and reminded of who I am and whose I am. A space where God meets me in the quiet, steadies my heart, and gently prepares me for everything He has called me to be.

So the takeaway is this:

What if the moments you’ve been avoiding are actually the moments God has been waiting for? What if the silence you fear is not empty, but holy? Alone time is not a punishment or a void to endure—it is an invitation. An invitation to lay down distractions, to release fear, and to allow God to speak truth over every lie that has tried to take root in the quiet.