3 comments | published by Linda | April 13, 2011

Heading home, I had to merge onto the freeway. The cars were racing by me as the kids were calling from the backseat. His voice was in my ear. With my cel phone tucked in my pocket, the chord strung through my jacket, my earphones made it seem as though he was sitting right beside me. He was listening. I knew he was there. I couldn't see him, but even in the crazy we were together. That's all that mattered.

I remember a time when I would sit in the corner of my quiet room, with my Bible in my lap, and journal right beside me. Uninterrupted, I could find my Lord there.

Now, with a house full of six children, quiet rarely exists. There is much to do, and so many assuming I have enough ears to hear them all, and the aptitude to answer skillfully. Busy and noise follow me. Tasks and routines seem to lead the way.

If there is no quiet, is it imposible to spend time with our Lord? Could it be our quest to find Him in the midst of the clutter and crazy that fill our days? After all, what makes a day victorious and successful only comes when we are in constant communication with Him. Our closeness with Him is paramount. 

We are heading home, and sometimes need to travel on the freeway. Find him, even there.

Posted in Living Room, Play Room, Attic    |   Tags: In the Midst of the Clutter

GrandmaLou
April 14, 2011
Excellent word. I needed to "hear" that! Some days "the rain" keeps us from finding him in the chaos and clutter. What a nice ray of "sunshine". Thank you. Keep up the wonderful work.

kristie
April 15, 2011
Thank you again, my friend. You write what I experience and it is wonderful!!

Linda Hoffy
April 17, 2011
Thanks, friends. I love sharing what is bouncing around in my mind as I journey through my days...

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