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Friend, I know the silence you name. There were long seasons when the prophet had no word for me, when I inquired and heaven kept its own counsel, and yet I still had to decide before sundown where the flock would sleep. Here is what those quiet stretches taught me. Silence is not absence. When no new word came, I went back to the words already given, and found that none of them had expired. I took counsel from people who loved me enough to tell me no. I looked at what lay within reach of my hand and did the next plain right thing, trusting that the Lord finds it easier to steer a walking man than a standing one. And when I chose poorly, and I did, more than once, He was not startled. So wait, yes, and sing while you wait; I wrote a few songs from exactly that place. But do not mistake an ordinary road for a hidden one. Sometimes the path is not concealed at all, only unremarkable, and it begins with the step you already know to take. Go on then. Take it. He has not lost track of you.