I wonder why “quiet time” became defined by the perfect chair illuminated by the perfect light at the perfect time of day, flanked by the journal that has the perfect paper to capture our thoughts as we study the perfect set of scriptures or chapters from a book.
I worry sometimes that we’ve reduced the divinity of time quieted by God to an obligation or Pinterest-ready tool kit sure to deliver a perfect experience. In doing so, it becomes a religious practice that isn’t exclusive to those of us who call ourselves Jesus-followers. Solitude, meditation, prayer, sacred spaces all are used as tools in searching for the something that will set souls at ease.
And all the while, God says, “That something isn’t a thing to find—it’s a gift to receive.” He holds our souls in His hand, and He quiets them on our behalf.
I’ve shared that my liturgy is a little reading, a little writing, a little prayer, and always contemplating at least one thing I’ve discovered in the stillness. But here’s the honest truth. The days don’t always agree with my liturgy. And that’s when I’m reminded of the real beauty of quiet time—as I savor conversation with the Lord while driving or whisper breath prayers to Him at my desk or consider His goodness at a grocery store or embrace His love when I hug a friend.
Today, it’s been all of them.
He is ever-present, ever-powerful, ever-attentive to the finest of details.
Most certainly, find the liturgy that suits you. Those rhythms are music for your soul. But remember this: quiet time isn’t just found in the liturgy. No, quiet time is found in life itself. Remember, God delights in your voice. Talk to Him. God is strong and ready to reveal His strength and care, even in the midst of chaos. Rest in Him. And God quiets us when we hold each other. Dwell in Him.
Healing, restoration, rebirth, redemption await. Rest for our souls. Wisdom for the days. Kindness for the world around us. He holds our souls in His hand, and He quiets them on our behalf.
Need prayer as you discover the quiet? I’m here.