It seems that my brain is always rushing around with to do lists, assignments, tasks, programs, appointments. I need a calendar to keep up. Pray without ceasing, pray throughout the day, mediate on the Word but my brain is still racing.
Quiet is a time when noise is silent around me.
Quiet is when my mind rest from busyness.
Quiet is when my mind can unscramble.
Quiet is an undisturbed morning routine.
Quiet is sitting in the cool of evening.
Quiet is sorting out precious thoughts and memories.
Quiet is when I can contemplate, consider and reason.
Quiet is not complaining.
Quiet is waiting.
Quiet is when I listen, and God’s Word speaks to me.
Ps 23: The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside quiet waters, He restores my soul.
Jeremiah 17: 7-8 Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, and whose trust is the Lord. For he will be like a tree planted by the water that extends its roots by a stream and will not fear when the heat comes; but it leaves will remain green. And it will not be anxious in a year of drought nor cease to yield fruit.
Ps 123: My help comes from the Lord who made heaven and earth. He will not allow your foot to slip. He who keeps you will not slumber.
Habakkuk 3: 19 He has made my feet like hinds’ feet and makes me walk in high places.
When quiet time is over then I can walk like I have hinds’ feet in high places.
I enjoyed reading your descriptions of what Quiet is. I related to all of them and loved especially the fact that Quiet allows us to contemplate. Thank you for sharing this post!
Amen and Amen! My brain is always in a state of racing, and it is not easy to turn it off. Lord, help me.
Amie, FMF #16
In silence I hear myself think,
but that’s not good for me,
for like a sailor prone to drink
I’m better off at sea,
with a job of work to do,
like coiling rope and chipping paint;
a swinging hammock when I’m through,
so that there really ain’t
time to ponder thoughts that flit
through my close-shaven head,
and when it comes right down to it,
I have (yes!) heard it said
that rather than get me confused,
it’s best my brain remain unused.
During some seasons of life, quiet is difficult to find, isn’t it?! I love the season I’m in now, where it’s easy to carve out quiet time to read and contemplate God’s goodness.
Quietness is surely a gift! I love that you draw the distinction between outer quiet and inner quiet. It’s so wonderful that our God gives us that inner quiet to carry with us throughout the noisy world!