If you’re anything like me, the thought of sitting in silence for any length of time is down-right scary. I remember the first time I experienced quiet time. It was the most unnatural thing! I remember sitting on a large rock at Bible Camp and thinking, “Ok… how long do I need to sit here and “connect with God?” I’ve always been an over-achiever and I’m so Type A that I tend to believe that if I ever stop moving, I just may die on the spot; or like God will look down on me with disdain if He knew I was just sitting on a rock (and not “accomplishing anything real”); trying to connect with him when all I felt was that I was an utter failure at doing so. No lightning bolts, no grand epiphanies, no giant signs or miracles. It was just me, sitting in nature, attempting to connect with God on a deeper level.