Hush
On a cold Sunday morning, petals mixed with dusty scents filled the air. The rain had fallen the night before, leaving the mountains of Kante wrapped in a soft gray mist. Jenna woke up with the wind brushing past her face, gently lifting the tiny braids that lay across her cheek. Her small wooden window rattled as another breeze slipped in.
Kante was always quiet at dawn. Too quiet sometimes. The mountains held sound like secrets, letting only the trees whisper. Jenna often said the silence of Kante could make you hear things you didn’t even know were inside you.
She lay still for a moment, blinking up at the wooden ceiling as the early morning chill hugged her. Sunday again. Another service. Another moment she would sit among believers who all seemed to hear God like He was standing right beside them… while she struggled to even feel a whisper.
Jenna was a true Christian, rooted in faith since childhood. She prayed, she fasted, she read the scriptures diligently. She loved God deeply. What troubled her was that she longed to hear His voice the way others described it. Clear,direct and personal. Every time the congregation was asked to share how they had heard from God, Jenna would shrink into her seat. She hated those moments because she felt like she was failing Him somehow. She always kept quiet, staring at her hands, wishing she had something to say...a testimony, a whisper, a sign at least.
People would lift their hands excitedly. .
“God told me”
“The Spirit whispered to me”
“I heard a voice say”
And Jenna??
She would look down at her hands, twisting the edge of her Bible, pretending to read a verse she knew by heart.
She felt… left out.
Almost forgotten.
Sometimes even unworthy.
After dressing, she stepped outside. The cold brushed her cheeks, but she welcomed it.
After a few quiet steps, Jenna paused. Something in the air felt different. The hush around her wasn’t the regular Kante silence. It was deeper, almost like the whole mountain was paying attention to her inner thoughts. Even the birds, usually loud at dawn, sat still on the branches as if waiting for something.
Jenna breathed out slowly, her fingers tightening around her shawl. She didn’t know why, but her heart felt tender… open… almost expectant.Maybe today will be different, she thought.
As she walked farther down the narrow path, a soft warmth settled in her chest. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic. It was just… there. A gentle calm she couldn't explain. For a moment, she stopped walking. The wind brushed past her again, slower this time, almost like it was trying to say something she couldn’t quite hear. Jenna closed her eyes.
There were no words, no whispers,
just stillness... But in that stillness, she felt seen, not forgotten, not left out. Maybe God didn’t speak to everyone the same way.
Maybe His silence wasn’t punishment.Maybe it was an invitation.
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Jenna opened her eyes slowly. The mountains still stood tall, silent as always, but for the first time, the silence didn’t scare her. It felt like a place she could finally breathe.She pulled her shawl tighter and continued walking to church, the hush following her gently like a shadow.
Because deep down, she knew;
Sometimes God’s loudest message is the one He wraps in quiet. A peace she couldn’t explain rested gently on her chest, and Jenna finally smiled. Not because she heard a voice, but because she recognized the presence behind the silence.
