In the aftermath of the hustle and bustle of the holiday season, quiet is what I long for. The dog lightly breathes as she sleeps and all else is still in my house. I need sleep, I know this, but the coffee I made myself at 3:30 at work wasn’t drank until almost 5 pm. My stomach, angry from holiday eating, is finally calming down. I long for quietness more than sleep. Sleep will come soon enough. For now, I choose to be restfully still. Being this still is an act of willful intention. It is something I must learn to become better at. My mind, my body, my soul…at rest.
I am already prayerfully considering my focus words for the upcoming year. I had thought they might be joy or intentional, but maybe it’s rest.
When I rest, I savor the quiet. It is in these moments of intentional rest that I listen.
Life is not a series of perfect performances, but a chance to grow, to seek, to love, and to live more alive and full.
This week between Christmas and the New year leaves me expectant.
The quiet is exactly the gift I have been longing for.