Here it is, Saturday morning, and once again I am up early writing this blog. It seems as though since I started to take this journey, I am summoned to be awake early every Saturday and Sunday. Today, I am going to help my brother and his family move into their new home. At times I am a bit jealous of this opportunity for him. It seems as though my husband and I are the only ones in my family living in the city and having to deal with all the noises, crime and violence there is with living in a poorer neighborhood. And unfortunately, right now the opportunity to move is not possible nor there for us. So...we deal with it. I am jealous of the peace and the quiet that they have, the serenity that their new home will provide. Oh to have that time again.
And then I sit back right now and think about this again. Why does God have me awake each of these mornings so early and typing this blog out? All of a sudden it dawns on me: it's to help me find peace in my life. Every morning when I am sitting and typing this out, it is quiet. I can hear myself type, my husband fast asleep and snoring, and all is calm and quiet, and usually just as the sun is beginning to break through the clouds and rise. (I know... some days there isn't so much sun...but it's there.) It's as if right before dawn, the whole world becomes immensely quiet. You can close your eyes and listen...for that one moment, there is peace in the world.
Today's task is finding the moment of peace in our lives and actually taking that quiet time. My weekends are filled with events, tasks, chores, and anything else under the sun. I don't often give myself the quiet time that we need in order to rejuvenate ourselves. It's time to start paying attention to that need in our lives. How often have I said, "I will find the time later," only to never find the time and eventually burn myself out? During my days in the convent, that was something that was built into our days: early to rise around 6 a.m., quiet time and prayer, and then off to do our works for the day. Even though I was half asleep most of the time, the peace of that morning was important. That quiet time was necessary because it's when you could feel God most being present in your heart. When you could feel the wings and the arms of your guardian angel wrapped around you in an embrace. Since leaving the convent, I don't remember feeling that feeling until now...until I began this journey 20 days ago.
As I venture onward today to help in the chaos of a move from noise to peace, (literally and figuratively) I will find the quiet time in my day that I need to have to keep moving forward and to feel the angels' embrace. Maybe I keep the radio off. Maybe I stow away to someplace quiet for a few moments. Either way, today I find some quiet time. It's time now for you to go and find yours.
Six o'clock in the morning is a real good time to find quiet, if You can get up that early. For me, I sometimes find it also very quiet at 1 or 2 in the AM. There is something special about that "peace". Sometimes I get tired of watching TV, and shut it off around 1:30 AM, and just sit and listen for a half hour. I don't sleep, but it seems that the time just zips past.
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