Quiet has taken to hiding lately. Overpowered by rush, noise and heavy sighs. Quiet arrived today wrapped as a gift. When was the last time this stillness rested here? Perhaps it is only here for moments. I will gladly take them and guard them. My spirit and Quiet reaquaint themselves today. They are kindred partners so often robbed of time to intertwine and move in tandum. Together they produce rest and restoration. These two so fitted for each other, so capable of wiping away days and months of noise, they are divinely united. Without Quiet I overlook, rationalize and suppress things which are in the greatest need of tending to. Life swells around me gaining a false sense of importance, insisting on a lofty position in His throne room. Quiet reminds me in the gentlest of tones that there are greater things, more important things that I alone hold the responsibility for...that I alone neglect. I am thankful for the still, the Quiet and the rest. I give You thanks and praise for all the ways You speak to me, for all the love You lavishly pour out on me.

In repentance and rest is your salvation, in quietness and trust is your strength...Isaiah 30:15