Where do you find quiet?

Sometimes it's just plain hard to get up and get moving on a Sunday morning. I'm a regular church-goer, but when it's dark and cold, I long to just stay in bed. Usually, I don't-- though my inner child is kicking and holding her breath. And it's not "Catholic guilt" that gets me up and going, though that is a motivator for other things sometimes. It's the longing for quiet. 

My favorite part of going to church is the time just before, when the church is half-lit, there's a few folks around, but mostly, it's quiet. I can let my brain range through the past week, think about the present needs and troubles, give thanks for the blessings I've been given and that have been bestowed on my family. When the music starts, and we all stand to sing the entrance song, I have to focus. But before that, it's just me, my thoughts, and breathing in and out. God is there, because he is everywhere. One could argue that I could do this all at home, snug in my flannels and with my cup of coffee. But I can't. I get distracted. Church-going is, for me, the re-set that gets the week off to the right start. It's time I can spend doing absolutely nothing else. I appreciate that. 

So, I hope your Sunday starts off with a stretch of quiet, too. 

Have a good day,

C