I love the quiet nights.
I love the quiet in an evening. When driving through the wind and there’s nothing but the nighttime darkness.
I’m a very extroverted person. Anyone who knows me knows that little fact about me. I’m loud, most people can hear me from miles away, and I constantly need to be surrounded by people in order to feel fulfilled. I don’t like being alone often, and get lonely if I’m alone for even one day.
But something I’ve learned about myself even through being a very high extrovert, is I need the quiet too. I need silence. I need time. Time to breathe, time to think, time to pray, time to reflect, time to write, time to speak to our Lord.
As someone who absolutely loves people and is more social than most, I have begin to make it a point to schedule time in my weeks when I have time for just me. Time to stop, breathe, and enjoy the quiet.
There’s just something about the quiet evenings that bring such peace. They allow me to hear my thoughts.
I close my eyes, and I hear our Lord. I hear Him. I hear Him speak to me and guide me through the cool nighttime breeze. I hear him lead me through today’s trials. I hear Him leading me through tomorrow and the day after.
I think that’s why I’ve realized I love the quiet nights so much.
Because it’s through the quiet evenings that I get to be with Him. I make much-needed time for our Father in heaven who is all of our director and leader through all things in this life.
He is there for us in trials, in triumphs, and even in the busiest day-to-day moments.
He is in the breezy, cool evenings with cornfields and starry skies surrounding.
He is there in our hearts every single day.
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