It’s 5:30 am, and it’s still dark when I click on the lamp. The children are still all nestled in bed. No one needs snack or a drink or another kiss on the head. Not even the birds are awake—just me and my thoughts and the steady click of the clock.
Oh, I’d forgotten how much I need this time all alone. There’s just something about silence.
You see, silence breathes peace to my soul.
It’s the space where I pray for wisdom over a daughter who’s suddenly decided not to do homework. Or I sketch or dream, pray for friends or just be.
Before you assume that I’m one of those bizarre creatures who wake all chipper and happy, bounding from bed ready to tackle the day, please note I’m a night owl through and through.
If given a chance, I stay up half the night and well into the morning.
But that isn’t my life now. I’ve places to go, people to see, lunches to pack. And I suspect you have a similar list as well. The moment the clock hits 6:20 am, I’m suddenly mom and wife, then editor and writer before switching back, the clock ticks well past 9 pm before I have a chance to stop again.
How could I possibly pour into my family, my co-workers, my authors if I rush into my day?[tweetthis display_mode=”button_link”]How could I possibly pour into my family, my co-workers, my authors if I rush into my day?[/tweetthis]
So I take the time when I’m fresh—the morning hours—and devote it to silence, to filling my cup so I can pour it out.
I started small—5 minutes—and then increased the time as my body and mind adjusted. I encourage you to try it. You might be surprised by how much you enjoy it.
[tweetthis]Silence breathes peace to my soul. An argument for early mornings.[/tweetthis]
This was written in response to the Five Minute Friday prompt: Silence. The rules are: write for 5 minutes and no editing (although I can’t stop myself a little. I am an editor after all.).