For years, I’ve had this strange habit of getting up at unearthly hours of the
night day, just to find some quiet.
To be alone and hear myself think. To spend time with the Lord, be still, and let my heart refocus before I meet another busy day.
I’m not a morning person by nature, but sometimes when I’m drowning in the busyness of life, I find myself reaching for the solitude of early mornings.
Life hasn’t afforded much quiet lately, so here I go again- meeting the day before the clock on my cell phone reads 5 a.m.
(And, yes, I have to take naps when I beat the sun up… just so you know.) 🙂
The house is chilly as I make my way downstairs, so I grab a favorite afghan out of the linen closet and head to the living room. Normally, I would start a pot of coffee or tea, but I’m too tired this morning.
All I want is quiet… and some time in God’s Word. I’ve been hungry for some time alone with the Lord. The noise of life has been so loud lately that my soul feels deaf and weary…
I grab my Bible, a copy of Heartfelt Discipline by Clay Clarkson, and my cell phone. I cuddle up with my blanket in a corner of our love seat, turn on my “Cannon in D” Pandora station via my phone app, and immediately feel a little of the pressure and stress of the past few days slip out of my soul.
Proverbs chapter ten and the soothing strands of my classical music bath my mind in peace.
As I read, then pour out my heart to God in prayer, the busy places in my mind grow still.
My tense muscles relax.
My heart becomes quiet.
I lean into the gentleness of the morning, comforted by the fact that I have hours of solitude ahead of me before my family begins to stir.
I’ve been finding myself thinking a lot about how I wish I didn’t need so much “quiet” in my life. Yet, I crave solitude. I am refreshed by times spent alone: with just the Lord, peaceful music, and maybe a book to read or my journal or laptop for writing.
When I go too long without taking time to be still and alone, life begins to feel overwhelming and negative. Problems close in on me and I feel like I’m drowning.
That’s why I have to cultivate these early quiet times. A sacred time in my day to enter God’s presence and once again find His rest, direction, and love. I need Him to fill me up so I have something to give to those who depend upon me so heavily.
And, sometimes, life does feel heavy. Like much more than I can bear.
Until I am quiet. Refreshed. Renewed. Energized and full again.
I told the Lord this morning, I just need a beautiful place.
The words surprised me, because I don’t think I’ve ever actually had that conscious thought before. But, the longer I pondered my own words, the more I believed them.
I do need a beautiful place.
I need my home to be beautiful. It’s very important to me that my home has a well-kept, open, welcoming air about it. Not that it is always those things… but I prefer it. 🙂
I need my heart to be a beautiful place. Negativity, criticism, and bitterness destroy everything that is beautiful inside of me. Learning to cultivate gratitude and joy has been the best life habit I’ve ever chosen to develop (and I am still such a work in progress!).
I need my mind to be a beautiful place. Meditating on God’s Word throughout the day helps keep my mind fresh, alive, and centered on Christ. Reading a constant diet of good books keeps my mind sharp and my spirit stimulated to desire better things.
I need my words to be beautiful. Most of all, the words I speak to my husband and children need to be life-giving. I also want my words to build up everyone I come in contact with… my friends, acquaintances, my church family, those I interact with online, and you, sweet readers. I want this blog to be a beautiful place!
Yes, I need a beautiful place.
Tucked away from the struggles and chaos of a whirlwind world. Like a quiet coffee cafe on the corner of a busy street… a gentle place to cultivate and nurture all that is lovely and wholesome.
There is enough negativity, fear, and trouble in the world… I won’t allow it to take root in the corners of my life, as well.
I choose to welcome the quiet, peaceful beauty of Christ within my home, my heart, my mind.
His presence is the most beautiful place I know.
This post is linked at The Modest Mom Blog.
Kristy Howard is a pastor’s wife, second-generation homeschooling mom of five, and a passionate believer in friendship, coffee, and quiet time! Kristy writes about motherhood, ministry and life at KristysCottage.com.