For the second day in a row, I am waking at an ungodly hour. And on the weekend! At first, I wondered if it was something I’d eaten the night before. But I remembered that I’d also fallen asleep a bit earlier in the past nights.
The extra morning time has been a blessing. I have found time to do things that I simply rush through on most mornings. And in the slower moments, I am finding more time to think and pray. Sometimes I am uncomfortable with the quiet and I ache to fill it with iTunes. And often slide the patio door open so I can hear the world waking up too. A sign of my intolerableness of silence?
But silence is often a good time for my heart to listen closely to the Lord. So I quieten my lips, shield the other sounds around me and pray… to only find more noise in my heart! And if it has been awhile since I spoke to my Father, then I’m always uneasy as if I won’t recognize His presence. But I should never fear. When I finally quieten my heart, and truly place my hand in His, then I am broken. Ready. Waiting. Listening.
And that is when He assures me that His strength is perfect. For you too, reader.