I just finished My Imaginary Jesus by Matt Mikalatos. While it had its cheesy moments, he also made some good points. Towards the end of the story Matt is desperately trying to find the real Jesus. He's been serving the Jesus he's conjured up in his mind but is no longer satisfied with that Jesus. He wants the real one. The book is the journey he went on to find this Jesus. But at the end he has the choice to finally leave the one he's grown used to or to walk into the room where he knows he'll find Who he's been searching for. One of the other characters tells him he's unable to hear God speak to him because of all the static.
"I mean that your head is full of static. Stuff full of television and radio and comic books and noise. You say you can't hear Jesus, but it's because you have earbuds in all the time. You're afraid of silence. You're afraid to let even a strong signal through...when exactly is Jesus supposed to have a conversation with you?"
I'm guilty of that. I'm always working on something, reading, listening to music - go, go, go. But I need to slow down and just savor what can be found in silence. I need to let God be able to speak to me in the quiet. To. just. be.