Quiet Time: Hope - Story

As the sun begins to cast a golden hue over the fields, I often find myself drawn to a quiet spot beneath the old oak tree at the edge of my yard. Each time I sit there, it feels as though the world is pressing pause, inviting a sacred stillness. In these moments, I reflect on Matthew 28:19-20, where Jesus instructs us to make disciples and assures us of His presence until the end of the age.

Imagine standing there, the gentle breeze whispering through the leaves, reminding us of the constant presence of God. It’s a reflection of hope that echoes through the ages. Each flutter of a leaf can be a reminder of the small, steadfast ways God guides us. Patience often feels like a long road, but in these quiet moments, I find encouragement in knowing that we don’t walk this path alone.

There’s something profoundly comforting about embracing silence and allowing it to cradle our prayers, our worries, and our hopes. It's in this stillness that we glorify God, not just with our words but with our willingness to wait on His timing. Each heartbeat in that solitude becomes a testament to faith, a quiet declaration that we trust God’s plan for our lives.

As we step into the week ahead, may we seek those moments of solitude. In them, we might find the hope that fuels our patience and the peace that propels us to glorify God in all we do, even amid the ordinary.