I stare not outwardly but
inwardly as the morning sun slowly rises; hands wrapped around the warmth of a
cup filled with fragrant coffee. In the quiet hush of the day I find my soul
rushing into the concerns of the present. I am learning to let them rise up and
to face each anxious circumstance.
This unveiling brings them into the light of day where they can be
released into His hands. I breathe deeply knowing that the whisper of God’s
presence is with me and then with shuddering breaths I exhale the quiet
murmurings of my troubled soul.
Minute after minute He weaves eternity into today with the slow
quiet ticking of a heart so desperately in need of His grace. It is in this
stillness that heaven touches earth. My earth. My day. This present
Mundane moments in this quiet lowly place are where I receive His
mercies new and fresh every morning. This becomes a sacred, secret place as I
invite Him to enter once again.
A weighty understanding falls that worship is costly. So I press
in closer to Him as I bow my head as I offer sacrifices of praise to the One
who paid a price much greater than I. So I watch as the shadows recede in the
light of His presence.
Everything in life will change but He is my constant in the midst
of the messy moments of every day. He turns my gaze back out again, to face the
day. His truth rises within my heart even as the sun upon this new
I begin to sense an almost imperceptible shift as my frantic
thoughts are not so frantic now. Another rhythm quiets the staccato beat of
this heart of mine. How sweet the sound as the chattering of my soul
He is teaching me how to live in the quiet even in the midst of