Sunday, 24 November 2019

The Quiet Place

There is an interesting passage in the Gospels that says, "The apostles gathered around Jesus and reported to him all they had done and taught. Then, because so many people were coming and going that they did not even have a chance to eat, he said to them, 'Come with me by yourselves to a quiet place and get some rest.'" (Mark 6: 30-31; NIV)

The "quiet place" …

Doesn't that sound wonderful? In the bustle and hustle of our busy noisy world, a quiet place. In the workplace's plethora of stressors, a quiet place. When the job is sometimes so insanely busy that you don't even have a chance to stop and eat lunch, a quiet place. When introverts, like me, are pushed beyond our comfort zones in an extroverted world, a quiet place.

I love that. I need that. My quiet place is a simple but comfortable recliner in a corner of my living room. A small table for Bible and books on my left hand, and another small table on my right for my coffee. Conspicuously absent from my quiet place is a TV. There is not even the distraction of music when I'm in my quiet place. There are times and places elsewhere in the house for that. No noise. No distractions. No interruptions. The place is … quiet.

My quiet place is where I often go to in the wee hours of the morning when I find myself not sleeping. While the rest of the house slumbers on, including the dog, I like to curl up with my Bible and cup of coffee and quietly listen for what the Lord desires to tell me. Who knows; perhaps that's why I often awaken at 3:00am. It's a place for prayer and for meditation. It's a place for seeking God. It's a place for quieting my soul and finding much needed internal peace. "Seek peace and pursue it," says 1 Peter 3:11. My quiet place is my sanctuary.

My quiet place is also where I often go to after work to destress and to try an clear my head from the day's shenanigans. As a confessed bibliophile, with an extensive personal library that seems to have the ability to constantly grow in volumes, my quiet place is where I enjoy those literary treasures.

The one time my quiet place is not so quiet, however, is when the grandkids come over and climb on their Opa's lap. While then no longer quiet, the wiggling little priceless treasures are guaranteed to make it a memorable and enjoyable place as well.

Peace and blessings, friends. May you find and enjoy your own quiet place as well.

"He leads me beside quiet waters"
Psalm 23:2

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