As a rebellious college student dabbling in evangelical Christian campus ministry, I think I giggled the first time I heard someone say the term "quiet time" at a girls' Bible Study. It sounded so milk toast, like it involved some kind of childhood punishment and sitting in a corner. I am a Methodist, okay? From California. I hadn't heard this slang for Bible-reading, prayer and peace-seeking.
But I also hadn't tried anything like it before.
Discipline is not my strong suit, as you might have guessed. But when I meet God in the moments that I pause and pray, my spirit is changed. I feel slowed down. I like it. If I manage some stillness in the morning before I leave, my whole day is different.
And yet, sometimes I just can't get there. My mind races frantically, my wild hair demands taming, I distract myself with laundry or homework or mindless online robot zoning out. Sometimes I need a transition that is patient with my attention span.
It's not like mine, which is sometimes about spirituality but sometimes about silly things. Ann is a focused, farmgirl prophet with something good to say about faith. Her blog has soft piano music and photos of the country. It's where I go when I can't quite go there, yet.
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It's a way of easing into stillness. It's a way of being patient with my mostly-multitasking self. It's nice. :-)