This week of doing is almost done. The house is silent; three generations of visiting family burrowed into nighttime’s rest. Saturday inches forward, welcoming me into the weekend.
I love the quietness of a sleeping household. Memories of the day’s efforts drift away in the dark like wisps of smoke. Mornings are for beginnings, for breathing deeply and starting fresh, but this time between evening and night is the exhaling time, a winding down until there is only stillness.
“Be still and know that I am God.” The words slip into my consciousness… a reminder that these moments bring me into His presence.
April has arrived. Coming into His presence this month will bring me face-to-face with the stark reality of Good Friday and Easter. It won’t be pleasant. It won’t be peaceful.
But right now, in this quietness, I will be still and consider what it means to truly know God.
Night Sky photo by: dda604