She stepped out the front door into the darkness of the early morning. It seemed that she alone was awake. The world slept on while she, already having been awake for hours, started on her morning walk.
The quiet of the morning brought her restless soul some longed for peace. The streetlights, along with the bright moon and stars, shone enough on the path to make her feel safe. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath of the summer air, and took the first step.
The morning breeze had a slight chill to it, a deep contrast to the humidity already lingering in the air. It felt good against her skin. The quiet, in its own unique volume, was something she had been craving. Her world had become full of noise, impossible to shut off, and here she found what she had thirsted for.
It was only her and God this morning. It was only her and her prayers. She felt as if she had His full attention. She held out her palms as she walked, praising Him for the silence of the barely rising dawn.
She lost herself in His presence. And she never wanted to be found.
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Absolutely beautiful, sweet peace in God’s presence. Thank you.
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