I woke up at 4am; got out of bed at 4:45ish with the intent of having a Quiet Time. Quiet time as in reading the Bible, meditating on God's Word, writing on my personal journal (which is basically my love letters to God) and listening .... listening to God's soft voice .... instructing and guiding me on what I should do next ....
Why is it so hard for us to settle down and be quite? As soon as I got up I noticed about 50 things I need(ed) to do this morning (or that "I thought" I needed to do, but "needed"? nah, it could have waited). For example, I had to put down all chairs that I had out last night because I ran our rumba so our floors will be clean. I really didn't have to - we have other places for me to do my "quiet time" without putting these chairs down ... Then there's the cat who wanted my attention; then there's the load of laundry that needed to be transferred from washer to dryer; then there's those 3 baskets full of clean clothes that needs to be folded, then I realized I need to make chai tea for myself, then I "needed" to check Facebook, and email.... and before I know it, it is 5:15 and I still have not had my quite time. And so I resorted to writing this blog post - sort of a reflection .... sort of a free flowing thing to get what's on my mind out of my mind into something I can read and reflect upon.
Life is good. I am grateful. My life is not perfect in any means but it's a comfortable life - I can't complain. If or when I start listing in my mind the people and things I am blessed with, gratitude fills my being.
It is almost 6AM; part of my is thinking I should really be folding those clean clothes before they become too wrinkly; part of me is saying .... slow down ... first things first ... weren't you (that's me) supposed to do your quite time this morning?
Quiet time? Oh yeah... thanks for reminding me.
My guess is that this is something we can ALL relate to! Lovely...
Jamie's mom :)
Up in the night
and relate to your words.
I mentioned you in an interview
several days ago.
A post "Interesting"
I love your words
and they are this one.
Time goes on.
Love, Ernestine by the woods in Tennessee
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