Early mornings. Quiet. Alone. The house is quiet, the birds are greeting one another outdoors, cars are not making their way along neighborhood streets yet. And if my dogs are present (which is often), I can even rise above their antics and slip inside my soul to be still and alone with my Creator who abides within. There I let my soul be molded in secret. God can do His work in me without my words. This is when He gently reveals, again without words or conscious thought, the changes needed for me to become all that we both desire. This is the place where He writes my dreams. This is home.
And when the house and neighborhood around me being to stir, I have been refreshed. I am ready with renewed energy and sense of purpose to greet the day. It is times like this that I covet and savor.
As one day moves into the next, is there a part that you enjoy more than others?
Is it when you are quiet and alone? Or when you are greeted by a neighbor, the morning sunshine or late night moonlight?
Is this a spontaneous event?
Must you make intention to carve it out of your day?
Do these moments meet you often or rarely?
What makes them belong to you in a way that separates them from all the other moments of your daily life?
3 comments:
Finding truth in stillness.
My favorite time of day is when the evening turns cool, I sit with a cold beer, my arm around my honey and great movie on the telly. It just doesn't get any better than this.
thx for your comment. Sounds like a perfect end of a day for a pretty close to perfect phlegmatic I know:)
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