My entire working life has been centered on deadlines. As a newspaper reporter, freelancer, marketing writer and pastor. Why then, is this blog so sporadic? Whoever you are, whoever is reading this, I regret the silent times. As a believer, when God is silent, I can easily stress, and long for a sign. And it is usually something simple that silences my stress: sunset, a pet's wagging tail, a child's giggle. Is it possible that silence can make us more attune to the blessings around us?