...aspire to live quietly, and to mind your own affairs, and to work with your hands, as we instructed you, so that you may walk properly before outsiders and be dependent on no one.
~1 Thess. 4:11-12
Quiet. One of my favorite words. One of my favorite things.
...low tones of classical music wafting on the air as I'm curled up with a good book.
...hushed jazzy voices crooning while I clean our home or prepare a meal.
...absolute stillness of a dark morning lit only by a small lamp and the Word of God.
...crickets chirping outside my window as I fall asleep.
I enjoy a good football game, laughter, and being with friends. Yet it is in the quiet moments of my life that I feel most alive.
My soul craves quiet.
Perhaps it's a reaction to years of going, doing, and spending. Maybe it's a result of endlessly trying to meet others' expectations. I believe it's wisdom gained.
I've spent much of the last few days thinking about what it means to live quietly. I'll be sharing my thoughts here over the coming days and weeks. In the meantime, what does living quietly mean to you?