There are times when I long for quiet. Praying, thinking, meditating on His word, sleeping(!)...they are all precious pursuits that are sometimes crowded out by spilled milk, quarreling children, cares and worries, and/or cranky children in the middle of the night.
Jesus was in a boat one night, and the winds kicked up and the waves crashed over. (Definitely some spillage, quarreling among the disciples, and perhaps some crankiness going on in that situation)
And He slept.
And then He spoke.
Peace. Be still.
Children are in bed. All is quiet in the house.
Now, to quiet my heart......
2 comments:
Yes, I know exactly what you mean.
Ahhhh... it sounds soo good!
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