On a busy day, when everywhere we turn traffic clogs, when we go from place to place to place purchasing items on the list, it can be a challenge to find stillness in the rush of madness.
Christmas music on the radio brings rhythm to my feet and encourages a song even while impatient drivers swerve in and out trying to get to their destination a few seconds sooner.
Home at last only to quickly carry in purchases and find a place for them before piano students knock on the door. They play their songs in preparation for a Christmas recital. And I smile.
The season is busy and blustery and time rushes and so do I. And is there enough time to come and adore Him?
There is enough time . . . if I will slow. Stop. Be still.
Sitting quietly, I hear the ticking of the clock. I realize I only hear it when I am quiet.
Quietly I sit and listen for His voice.