a quiet place
this time of year, when there is a morning chill in most of the house, there is a place i am drawn to before sunrise. steam rising from the first mug of coffee. dim light from a favorite lamp. warmth still radiating from embers of last night’s fire. sometimes my bible. sometimes the writings of a familiar author who feels like friend. a quietness like only the early mornings afford around here.
one of my “old friends,” one who has inspired me to believe bigger and think simpler and follow my Maker more authentically for a lot of years is c. s. lewis. the way he thinks and believes gets inside and changes me when i have some quiet such as i speak of above. i can’t read him on the run and soak in the essence of what he is trying to communicate.
“The moment you wake up each morning, all your wishes and hopes for the day rush at you like wild animals. And the first job each morning consists in shoving it all back; in listening to that other voice, taking that other point of view, letting the other, larger, stronger, quicker life come flowing in.”
when morning comes and we hit the ground running, it can be difficult to get the kind of traction that really gets us anywhere as we go through our days. i hope your morning, dare i suggest, all your mornings convince you that there is enough time for a mug of coffee or tea, some quiet, some inspirational words, and especially some “listening to that other voice” that c. s. lewis mentions above.