There may be a little too much love in my heart for the early morning hours, a cup of coffee, and my Quiet Time.
Sacred hour of the day – it even gets capital letters.
If any good thing can replace the best thing – the love of God and love for others – Quiet Time might be it. It might be the idol that I bow before and cry over and miss when it’s taken over by early-rising children or sickness or just plain weariness.
What I need is to take quiet into the day with me and live like the temple of the Spirit that I am – a place where Jesus dwells, not visits.