PHILOKALIA MINISTRIES

There are seasons when something shifts inside me, almost imperceptibly at first. A restlessness rises from a place deeper than thought. Familiar patterns no longer anchor me. Prayer becomes an ache rather than a comfort. And I realize that God is drawing me toward a silence I have avoided and longed for in equal measure. In those moments, I know I must begin to listen differently. Not with my mind, but with my life. A rule of discernment has become, for me, a way of listenin