This Quiet, Holy Space of Grace
Inside, all is quiet. All the rush of this world and my personal world blur, with only one thing steady: my Lord.
My happy place is currently anywhere there are words to be read but no words to listen to or to speak. This is the quiet depths of my covers before I turn out my light at night. This is the library, the bookstore--the one where no one asks you if you need help. This is the hush of the outdoors as I read the tree line.
The most freeing space is the one where I can sit with no pressure to do or be or speak. I can simply rest in all the Lord wants to give me. I can think upon His Words as they come like honey to my lips. But they stop there, in the unspoken, in the quiet, in the holy.
Maybe it's when I'm worn out and have nothing left to give that the stillness captivates me the most. It wraps me up like the arms of a fuzzy blanket. I have all I need, and I desire nothing more.
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