A Muted Moment

Tonight my boyfriend invited a couple of friends over to his place for dinner.

Gators were playing LSU, and he had turned his BOSE system on high.

This system is set up in such a way that when it is on, we are unable to mute or quiet the TV.

While the two boys sat outside grilling, she and I sat on the couch talking, me divulging the emotional rollercoaster I’ve been riding in the last weeks.

“Can I pray for you?” she asked.

I nodded and we took hands.

“God, we are thankful for…Hyundai.”

We both laughed, distracted by the deafening din of the ads.  It was going to take deep concentration to overpower the background noise.

We were determined, however, and bowed our heads.  She began praying again.

Toward the end of the prayer, an amazing thing happened.

Silence.

After her closing, we looked at each other, then to the TV.

We had touched nothing.  And yet, we watched the football players play in silence.  No loud broadcasters.  No blaring commercials.

God had pressed mute.  Just for us.  In my time of need.  In our moment of fellowship.

Ten seconds may have passed before we heard the familiar voices of the announcers once more.

We could do nothing but laugh in joyful glee, amazed again by our amazingly loving God.

We know and rely on the love God has for us.  God is love.  Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in him (1 John 4:16).