Quiet
I love quiet. Have always loved it.
Craved it, like a cold drink of water.
Quiet refreshes me. Invigorates me.
Renews my passion, my perspective, my resolve.
Back in the days preceding marriage and motherhood, there was never a lack of quiet. It was abundant.
Quiet nights for rest.
Quiet mornings for prayer.
Quiet afternoons for reading. Or writing.
Quiet evenings enjoying my family.
Then came marriage. Less quiet, but another soul with whom to enjoy it.
Then came babies. Five of them.
No more quiet. No rest. No breaks.
Suddenly I find myself gasping for air, like one drowning.
Where is the quiet? I need quiet!
I fight the urge to raise my voice above the din. To express my frustration, my desperate need.
Like a whisper, my Lord reminds me that true quietness comes from within.
Like a gentle spring, it flows from the hidden places to refresh those who come to it for nourishment.
I exhale and breathe a surrender. And I sense it stealing over me, calming my flustered heart.
His peace. His quiet.
My refuge.
xo, Kristy
I crave quiet too. It is much easier now that my older boys go to bed early in the evening. And, during the day, I sometimes close myself in the laundry room just to close my eyes and still myself to find that inner quiet.
So true and lovely……thank you!
Thank you, Sabrina!
Love it!!
Thank you, Julie!
this is just beautiful…quietness comes from within…I am at the phase of life that I have more time for quiet…each season of life has it’s own richness…
blessings as you find Him in the midst of the moments…
This is really good, Kristy!!