My Quiet Soul

How quiet is my soul? I have been thinking of that lately as my husband and I find ourselves running out of time on both ends of the day! I don’t think stress comes from busyness or circumstances so much as how noisy, overwhelmed and discouraged my soul is. I found a poem I wrote a few years ago in Canada. It rings true for me today too!

My Quiet time with God

How I hate getting out of the warm, snug covers.

My head feels weighted down to my pillow.

It is so quiet and so dark.

Just a few more minutes of sleep would be so welcome.

I stumble out of bed and wash my face.

The floor feels cold to my bare feet.

It is so quiet and so dark.

I find myself at my desk with my Bible in front of me.

Darkness is like a wall that keeps the rush of the day at bay

All is asleep except God and I.

It is so quiet and so dark.

But I can hear my thoughts in this wall of darkness.

Is this just a ritual that I have done since a child?

Surely I can meet God in a few hours from now!

It is so quiet and so dark

The morning is about to break and with it the clamor of a busy life.

I read His Word, written so long ago

Yet I feel I am sitting in a room alone with God

It is so quiet and so dark

“Morning, wait to come” I am enjoying my God’s presence.