Quiet Time

You do what, now?

This is the reaction I get when explaining my normal morning routine. Quiet time has become a precious time for me. And I need it to be first thing each day.

So, I get up early. No need to put a definite time on it. Just early enough that it’s before the rest of the house. Early enough that the quiet time actually contain quiet time.

I need an hour or so. Sometimes it’s a lot less, sometimes it’s more. And on the ideal morning, I’m able to do a few basic things: pray, read, think and write.

Nothing magic or original here. I try and follow tried and true ways to grow my faith and go deeper into relationship with God. And I try to purposefully respond to that time with him either in thought or by writing.

This is my habit. But it’s just a flavor of a good practice. God meets us when we seek after him. We need to saddle up and seek—whatever that looks like for each of us.

The early rising and the time spent in quiet is now pretty easy. Staying focused and then carrying my intentions into my day are the difficult parts.

But that’s the whole point—attuning my will to his in the quiet so my life can emulate his will for me in life and service through the day.

Lofty goal. But worth it.

God, help me seek and find you in the quiet.