Quiet Mornings

I revel in the still, quiet mornings.

The mornings when I sit, coffee in hand, and rest.  Reflect.

Life is busy.  Hectic.  Even frantic at times.

And so I come find rest in the quiet mornings.

I gaze out my window and smile.

I feel gratitude for these quiet moments.

My mind wanders during these moments.

Sometimes I read; sometimes I write; sometimes I pray or meditate.

But no matter what, I find stillness.  I find rest.

I reflect upon my life – where I have been, where I am going.

I give thanks for my life – where I have been, where I am now.

Sometimes these quiet mornings bring sadness.

Sometimes these quiet mornings bring happiness.

These quiet mornings always bring peace.

I will always have more to do.

I will always have somewhere else to be.

But my quiet mornings are sacred.

Because in oder to get through the to-do lists and busyness of life,

I need my quiet mornings of rest and reflection.

So I will sit here in my chair, wrapped in a blanket, and rest.

I will read a little, I will write a little, and I will pray and give thanks to a loving God

Who gives me these quiet mornings.