How do I do quiet?
Now my third son has moved to assisted living. This trial remains, though storms have subsided. It will be life long for him. For us. Unless God changes that. But the waves have calmed substantially.
One son remains home out of four. He is changing, from boy to man. Sweet adjustment.
So how do I do this? This empty nest thing. I don't want to move from trial to distractions. Unexpected business opportunities, organizing and cleaning abound, and yet tears come. Quiet.
This is new. This is hard.
How do I do this? This quiet?
Walking around the lake early one morning last week, I begin to download my prayers and cares to God. Doesn't it feel like that sometimes?
Sweetly and most generously His word emerges from my heart..."And why is your heart sad? Am I not more to you than ten sons?” 1 Samuel 1:8b
There is something in this time of quiet, of rest. Something to enjoy in Him. I can't do quiet on my own, just as in trial, I need Him. To look to Him.
Knowing Him, even in this. Something to be known. And it is God Himself.
One son remains home out of four. He is changing, from boy to man. Sweet adjustment.

This is new. This is hard.
How do I do this? This quiet?

Sweetly and most generously His word emerges from my heart..."And why is your heart sad? Am I not more to you than ten sons?” 1 Samuel 1:8b
There is something in this time of quiet, of rest. Something to enjoy in Him. I can't do quiet on my own, just as in trial, I need Him. To look to Him.
Knowing Him, even in this. Something to be known. And it is God Himself.
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