In the quiet morning hours I can hear the whispers of nothing and I love it. I relish it. I savor the flavor of stillness…
I recall a memory of a few years back — when all the noise was chaffing me — and I knew I would probably love it when all my little ones were in school. I looked forward to that day and anticipated it so very much. But then it came. And I loved the silence, but it wasn’t right. It didn’t contain the peace I thought it would.
Then, slowly, almost imperceptibly, the stirrings came. And I found that even amidst all my yearnings for quiet, all I really wanted was for my children to come home.
So I brought them home. And the dynamic changed. The noise no longer drove me insane. The clamor was filled with passion and wonder.
Learning grew and so did my satisfaction. Shaping their little hearts brought more contentment than anything else I had ever done. I was made for this.
We’re in our second year now of this new adventure and I find my life has been infused with meaning. It has become full and glorious.
The words from the song, Glorious, echo in the forefront of my mind:
There are times when
You might feel aimless
And can’t see the places
Where you belong
But you will find that
There is a purpose
It’s been there within you
All along
And when you’re near it
You can almost hear itIt’s like a symphony
Just keep listening
And pretty soon you’ll start
To figure out your part
Everyone plays a piece
And there are melodies
In each one of us
Oohhh it’s glorious
I had figured out my part.
My heart still craves quiet. My mind still yearns for stillness. And someday I’ll find all the quiet I need when my little birds leave the nest. But until then, I have the snatches of early morn, the moments of afternoon rest, and the gathered pieces of late evening. And for now, that is enough.
