Oh How I Treasure, Our Quiet Times Together

Oh How I Treasure, Our Quiet Times Together

My early morning times with God are always special to me. The in between dark of night and light of morning, the quiet being broken through by the chirping birds, the kitchen lights of neighbors going on as they prepare for their work day…it all seems so sacred.  I was remembering the various places I celebrated this sacred time; at the beach, at camp, at West River, in my many homes. I especially treasure the out door celebrations, listening and watching nature celebrate its re-creation every day and immersing myself in it as I became one with all of it. 

I miss that oneness as the years have made me more suited to the creature comforts of a bed instead of the ground, air conditioning instead of a cool morning breeze, and an electric stove instead of a crisp morning fire.  My body is old and frail and demands more attention to comfort.  But my soul is ageless and longs for the oneness of creation on its terms.

It is in these early mornings that I feel closest to You.  Before the events of the day begin, I sit with You in silence and I feel present in Your Presence.  Sometimes we speak; often we don’t, simply enjoying the communion.  All the questions, all the petitions, all the theology, all the religious acts are no where to be found during these morning times.  It’s just Presence…Yours and mine, and it is precious.