Monday, January 17, 2011

DAY 50

In my running to do whatever and the shrill clamor of the world, a Holy thunder in my spirit draws me to come to the quiet.

The soft place where you can hear a leaf fall, a bird sing, maybe a dog bark in the distance. But if you remain in the quiet, it's the place where you can commune with God.

He longs to tell us how He loves us. Speak words of wisdom to keep us from trouble. To right our spirit and create a clean in heart within us. Fill us with His love so we can share with others.

The quiet isn't a mystical place. You don't have to spend anything to get there. And even in the midst of a noisy whirling world, you can go there.

1 Thessalonians 4:11
...And that ye study to be quiet,

1 Peter 3:4
But let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible, even the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price.

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