As I prepare for the upcoming week, I think about the chaos of thoughts and the physical toll from the past month. I feel overjoyed and deeply thankful. This quiet moment allows me to sit and enjoy my favorite magazine—Magnolia, Issue No. 33: Reflection.

I haven’t had the chance to read my novel for months! Even much of the month before, I had been consumed by reading the books my daughter’s teacher assigned. Fortunately, I’ve enjoyed them nonetheless.

First, we read Charles Dickens’s A Christmas Carol, and now we’re reading Little Women by Louisa May Alcott. I’ve read both before, but it must have been 15–20 years ago. Now, I’m finding joy in revisiting them—though I could do without the homework!

Between work, home, homeschooling, and pursuing my endeavors, I feel like I’m drifting away from where I belong. I have been yearning for stillness—for a much-needed moment of quiet.

Yet that quiet seems to escape from every room, every moment, and place. I long for a few uninterrupted hours without hearing anyone or anything—just to be left alone with my thoughts. To have the spaces we share filled with nothing but silence.

I have this deep yearning to be ultimately still, to embrace the quiet. For some people, being alone with their thoughts in total silence feels strange—almost unsettling. It’s as if the quiet makes them uncomfortable, compelling them to fill the space with noise.

I find peace when I’m alone, with my thoughts rolling around in my mind.
Lifting prayers to heaven above calms me.
Sitting in the quiet static of my space provides tranquility.
There’s a peace that comes from just being still.

Even when sharing a space with someone,
there’s no need for words.
Just being together, quietly there,
absorbing the calm, and letting the stillness
wash over us—that’s where peace truly lives.

I enjoy listening to nothing, waiting for God to surprise me. That’s when I hear most clearly. In those moments, I can meditate on nature and simply exist. It’s the sound of the wind whistling through the blades of grass. The dry leaves rustling and crunching in the breezeway by my doorway. And the gentle buzz of insects outside my window. I hear the birds singing their songs, their wings flapping as they return to their nests. Even the hum of traffic driving up and down the road becomes part of it all—life happening everywhere.

Through this symphony, I am a tiny speck who navigates life, learning, exploring, creating—and surviving the chaos of this world. All the while, I’m striving for even the tiniest sliver of stillness.

Hearing nothing but the gentle flicker of the candle on the table brings me a calm, sweet, glowing peace. It’s in this quiet that God’s presence fills the space. I become fully aware—entirely at ease, wrapped in a state of comfort and serenity. Peace and comfort. I am satisfied.

Yet somehow, quiet is such a rare treasure. True stillness feels almost impossible when the house is full. There’s always banging, loud talking, the constant beeping of technology 📱, and endless arguments over the most trivial things. Moments when everyone is peacefully together, sitting calmly and simply enjoying the quiet feel like a distant dream.

My prayer is always for peace and wisdom. As I sit in the ocean breeze, I am so grateful. Beyond being humbled by life, I pray for reflection and quiet—not just for myself but also for those around me. I pray we will examine and guard our hearts, taking time to be still and unhurried. There are no schedules to fill, no pushing or pulling—just an open heart and ears, ready to hear God.

In that stillness, I pray we discover something new, something life-changing. I pray it brings calmness and ease to our hearts. I hope it also brings calmness and comfort to those we share life with. This will bring the clarity I know we need. Yet, push and challenge us to grow where we need it most! Sometimes, it’s in the quiet that the most profound changes start.

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