My Place of Quiet Rest

I like to begin and end my day steeped in God's Word. It doesn't always happen as I like, but it is slowly becoming a habit ... one that helps me through my day and one that lulls me to sleep in the knowledge and assurance of God's love. My favorite place to do this (in the morning at least) is in the chair we affectionately call "The Hug". It was named that upon its arrival into our home because when you sit into it, you sink -- it's as if you're being wrapped in a big hug. This is by far, the favorite seat in the house and sits beautifully next to the weathered baby grand piano which has been in my family for nearly a century. The "Hug" is my place of quiet rest. Beside it is a homemade basket (by my talented and thoughtful mom-in-love) with my Bible and my journal in which I write out the many Bible verses which have held meaning and shaped me over the years -- and which are constantly being added to. I don't spend a certain amount of time each day. I find as women we are prone to comparing, and I am no different. When I begin to think in terms of a time amount, I soon begin thinking that more is better ... and eventually, I lose the purpose of why I am there. And so, I begin when I begin ... and I pray and read and write until I am done. It may be only 5 minutes, it may be 30. It may not happen at all. I believe that God is NOT keeping score. I'm thankful for that. The ottoman with our "Hug" serves as my altar. Oh .... so many times have I knelt there to pour out my feelings, my inadequacies, my fears, my anxieties, and yes -- my praises as well. My God is so good to listen to me through it all. I am thankful for my place of quiet rest and for the faith and heritage that brings me to this place each day.