Husband is traveling, a girlfriend was over to play with the girls. Quiet. I finished those pesky administrative tasks I am not so good at, hanging over my head since spring. After 2 days fiddling with them, the burden was lifted! Done.
So this afternoon I sat in the quiet. Very quiet.
The clamor of the days and random rather useless thoughts have crowded my mind. And more often than I care to admit, nothing floated in my mind. Memories of quiet and stillness were fading yet calling me back to those treasured moments. Restorative times for a weary woman.
Yesterday over lunch with a woman who I admire greatly, my thoughts were spoken, of my need to heal. How in my own strength I thought I was getting over a myriad of disappointments and trust breakers. Denial. I was in denial. I told her of things I barely allowed myself to even think. She listened, spoke wisely and prayed over me and for me.
Now, I needed to rush to Him and sit, in the quiet.
And rest in Him. Then listen without straining or asking or insisting. But in the quiet as He chose the time to speak. I am still waiting.
“Be still, and know that I am God.” Psalm 46:10