The Universe, she’s wounded. She’s got bruises on her feet. I sat down like I always did and tried to calm her down. I sent her my warmth and my silence.
I think what I crave, more than anything else in this life, is peace. Sure, I have an adventurous side and I’ve been known to get a little rowdy from time to time, but I genuinely enjoy the quiet.
I’ve found when I’m quiet, things are more beautiful. My eyes see more. My ears hear more. My heart is open. My spirit— it’s patient. It summons the presence of the Father and once again, His familiar peace absolutely consumes me.
This is my last summer Sunday. Mid-May to mid-August, Sundays are my favorite day of the week because I don’t have to worry about going to class early the next morning. I’m able to relax and think and relish the quiet. Next Sunday, I’m sure my mind will be wracked with worry anticipating the first day of my senior year of college.
I will do everything in my power this week to hold on to my beloved quiet moments and to fully enjoy the last bits of this glorious season of life and growth.