I crave it and fear it.  I long for it yet run from it.  I hate the quiet but I need it. Restoration can come in isolation.  The silence affords me the opportunity to focus on what I usually miss; the wind in the trees, the bee that just buzzed by, the birds singing, pine cones falling.  I hear a very clear voice from God saying, “be with me”. Maybe that is why I sometimes run.  I will be with you Lord.  Here I am.  Help me listen.