It’s ok if your quiet time meaning looks different from mine. We all need quiet time, though. Here’s how I love to spend mine.
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My Quiet Time Meaning Involves Solo Driving
“I got turned away at the border,” I texted Pedro on Sunday afternoon. Evidently, my interpretation of the Canadian’s rules for transit through Canada to Alaska didn’t jibe with the customs agent’s interpretation.
“That’s rotten,” he replied. “What’s your plan?”
“Not sure,” I texted back, “I’ll let you know as soon as I have one!”
I spent the next few hours trying to find a cool place with internet service so I could research plane tickets vs. ferry tickets. By late afternoon, I had a plan—I would spend the next two nights at our daughter’s place in Oregon, and then fly to Alaska.
I really wanted to drive, though, because I relish the quiet time. For thousands of miles, I can soak in the beauty of Creation, stop whenever I want to and snap photos, and not talk if I don’t feel like it. I can leave the radio off or turn it on; listen to praise music or listen to audiobooks. The introvert’s dream trip. Quiet time meaning for me involves time alone to process without distractions from conversations or loud noises.
I normally get up about an hour before everyone else so I can spend quiet time with God. This usually involves listing things I’m grateful for, reading scripture, applying scripture to my life or a specific situation, journaling about my emotions, and praying for people.
For someone else, quiet time may have a completely different meaning or rhythm. And that’s ok. We don’t all have to do quiet time the same. It must feel meaningful in order to benefit us.
After a month of hanging out with various family members, I couldn’t wait to have some time alone on a long drive. Opportunities to photograph wildlife came in a close second. But, alas, Canada and her quirky rules thwarted my plan.
The Quiet of a Moonrise at Midnight
I arrived in Anchorage a little after ten p.m. An hour later, a kind friend who had dropped my daughter and her family off at the airport two weeks ago picked me up. He and his wife had my daughter’s car at their house. By midnight, I finally headed towards my daughter’s home. I only got a mile down the road when I had to pull over.
A yellow, almost full moon rose majestically behind Matanuska Peak. The battery on my camera flashed low when I turned the camera on and I prayed it would stay on long enough for me to capture the spectacular sight.
I spent the next twenty minutes taking photos of the velvety sky, the snow-covered peaks, and the soft, yellow moon. It didn’t matter if I felt exhausted from a long day of travel. My disappointment over not driving to Alaska fell away as I realized I never would have had the opportunity to see this moonrise in this place if I hadn’t flown.
Even better? The next morning when I checked my Bible app, the verse of the day came from Psalms 8:3-4:
“When I consider your heavens,NIV
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which you have set in place,
what is mankind that you are mindful of them,
human beings that you care for them?”
Quiet time meaning looks different for everyone. It can happen during a midnight moonrise or a midday moment of silence. Quietude allows the Holy Spirit to fill me with peace. What does it mean for you?