The fast pace of modern society and its productive mentality has surely seeped into the walls of our worship centers. Part of a Christian woman’s faith involves activity, and it will often times mirror that of the season she finds herself in as a young wife and mother, or as somebody just launching her career. But when midlife hits, something deeper calls. In this riveting portrayal of silence, Kidd leads her readers through an intimate discovery that can only be discerned when one is quiet and still.
A spiritual crisis, something sounding dreadfully unsettling, in fact brought forth fruit she never imagined. As a caterpillar succumbs to the death and darkness of a cocoon, Kidd experienced her own kind of night, where transformation was woven into the secret places of the heart. This crisis, though terribly painful and disorienting, provided an opportunity for a newness to birth that she didn’t even know existed.
I highly recommend this masterpiece for anybody who is curious about the different aspects of God’s character amongst the busyness of life. As someone reaching midlife, I plan to read through the book again, this time with a journal nearby and with the intent of letting God lead me along the same kind of journey.