Quiet like snow falling in the early morning.
No hurry. No worry.
Just the Light of Life filling your heart and mind.
It's not where our physical body is, but the posture we have in that place.
Just His name, in and out. Whispered.
Peace comes like a weighty blanket, pressing down, holding still.
It takes courage to sit in the quiet. To stop moving. To listen.
Our souls desperately need this nourishment. It is not something to check off a list....quiet time.
We're not good at feeding ourselves. Rushing into the day without food for soul or body. Headlong into a world that is starving. Nothing to give. Everything to bear. Starting out depleted, loaded down, overwhelmed.
Looking towards Advent, we have an opportunity to start our day in a new way. To create a habit that will become holy.
Even fifteen minutes earlier, to breathe in the sacred. To thoughtfully say the Lord's prayer. Not by rote, but with reflection.
This is His season.
Every season is His season.
Practice His presence and you'll never look back.