But as I age and dare I say mature, I've come to appreciate the beauty of quiet when all is still and I can actually hear the clamor of my own thoughts and anxieties.
It's here that I face myself and grapple with who I am and who I want to be, which isn't a bad thing considering that life is short and altogether unpredictable.
Seriously when do we ever just stop and sit and be honest with ourselves, with God?
For me, it's a cup of tea and a journal, my Bible, this blog perhaps. Time to reflect. Time to renew. Time to slow down.
