The rain has lulled me to even more lazy. I can’t get my thoughts to dance together and my excitement over chances to write has become anxious obligation overload.
Brain overloaded, lethargic and slightly rattled. I make things difficult that are simple, too many noises and voices all colliding.
I’m gonna have to get solitary, have to get quiet, have to get still.
Quiet like the way I felt as the sunlight traveled in through the windows to rest in my mama’s chair. Quiet, like that, content just to be there in the room.
Quiet like being told by someone that they’d pray and being moved by the expression of another whose beliefs you’d decided didn’t line up with yours.
Quiet when you walk away still draped in their sincerity and being really ashamed that you’d considered them unworthy, not able.
Quiet when your soul is your teacher and you listen and then pause a long few minutes to let it settle, a lesson on the love that you say you believe.
Real quiet, I was.
Quiet like the aging beagle girl looking for her blanket tossing in the dryer, then making her way to my warm lap and being surprised that I let her stay so long.
Exceptions, bent rules, exceptionally quiet we were.
Quiet like the touching of my soles and toes of my feet, smooth caresses of the senses on freshly laundered sheets and deciding for myself there’s no rule I can’t wash them daily.
Excitedly quiet like that.
The words will come in the quiet moments suggesting, “More, please.”
God wants us to develop the character, wisdom, and structure to sustain His abundance.
Quiet like the day I read this quote, copied, pasted and printed to remember it.
Quiet like this morning when I prayed for God to speak to my heart and then read a message from a friend about how she thought of me as she read of a prophetic’s words that there are writers who are about “to be birthed, to break through”.
Quiet like that.
More inner, less outer. Less waste of time, more nourishment of intention, more carefully attentive.
More God, less me.
Quiet like that.
“So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day.”
2 Corinthians 4:16 ESV
Linking up with others who wrote prompted by “simplify”. Can’t help but wonder if others had such a hard time with expressing something so simple.