I’m sitting down with you with yesterday’s coffee, Hallie In
the other room watching her favorite, Baby Einstein, and a sink full of dishes.
This morning began as every other morning but it feels different. I’ve always
tried to have time with God; it’s been a goal since as long as I can remember.
I’ve been given devotional after devotional that managed to find its way over
on the book shelf in a neat row. The pages never really opened except for the
first initial skim. I honestly am not proud to explain this neglect to you, but
I feel it needs to be addressed in order to understand the gift that God
presented to me in the peacefulness of this October morning. I was sitting at
the kitchen table thinking about how stressed I was to complete the day. The
house needed to be cleaned, I need to attend a Dr. Appointment at 11am, and I
need to somehow make my way to the flooring store to complete the weekly
logging of the books. Everything kind of piled on me in a really unpleasant way
and I began to feel the weight of my responsibilities, yet again, bear down on
my shoulders. For anyone that’s experienced this, it’s exhausting! Definitely
not a feeling you long to feel so early in the morning. Without doing my usual stress reliever which
is whip in to my daily wipe down of the kitchen, I bowed my head to ask for strength.
My friends, the words came flowing out my mouth without any
warning. I began talking to God about everything as if he was in the kitchen
chair next to me. It was a simple prayer, nothing special, but it brought me so
much peace and urged me to drop everything and race over to my computer to type
out my feelings. It occurred to me that I had just had my first authentic, “Quiet
Time” with God.
I was lucky enough to grow up in a warm, loving, Godly home.
I can remember waking up from my bedroom at the end of the hall and hearing my
mom softly whispering in the front room. As I made my way down our hallway, I
would find my Mom sitting in her green chair with her bible in her lap,
whispering away to God. It became a comfort and as I think about it today, I
smile, seeing the bigger picture now. My sweet Mother was having a quiet time
with God, the same God I bowed before this morning. It brings tears to my eyes to know that
through the simple ritual of having a personal quiet mediation with God all
those years before her children awoke, it’s made its way to me. Now a mother
searching for the same thing I’m sure my mom was seeking every morning; strength to
face the day ahead and a clear mind to restore faith in her creator.
In a minute, I’ll get up from my desk and go about my usual
morning routine and it will be different than yesterday. I will be mindful of
the promise I was given in the quiet whispers of my morning prayer, that he’s
with me and I can do this only with his help.
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