The Quiet Times
It’s in the quiet times…
after I have grown weary of hearing my own voice and I no longer have any words left to speak, and I blow my snotty nose from crying, I lay in bed with Bible in hand, searching…
for that one word, one verse, something, anything to remind me He is still here…
then I close my Bible, turn out the light and hold my Bible to my chest as though holding onto God in the flesh and I quiet myself…
and it is in the quiet I hear…
I Am here
Be Free & Stay Free
