Quiet

I can't believe I'm up at 9:45 am on day where I have to do nothing. It's quiet, minus my attention craving dog, so I guess that's a plus. I'm starting to realize that when I can be as content with my quiet moments as with my busy moments, I can truly be happy with my life as a whole. Americans have this overwhelming urge to be doing things all the time. I'm one of them. In the Bible, it says, "Be still and know that I am God." How are we ever to know God if we can't be still for more than an hour at a time? 

I woke up this morning and completely left God sitting by my bedside. Didn't acknowledge Him, didn't say anything to Him, even though He's the One who I need to dedicate my day to from the very start. I guess this morning stems from the idea that when we're alone, as I am now writing this, that we feel alone. There's a difference between being alone and feeling alone and I forgot to mention this idea in my last blog. Being alone is simply the fact that no one is around you and this is healthy. Everyone needs their alone time, unless you're crazily codependent. The other, feeling alone, is unhealthy because through Christ, no one is ever alone. I'm saying this because in my heart I know it's true, but sometimes, like for the past month or so, my mind doesn't agree. There's a longing for something else in my life, and the times where I am alone, this feeling intensifies and I've avoided being still and quiet. What are you avoiding?