Rachel Friesen

Thursday, October 6th, 2022

I love mornings.

I love the taste of coffee; the smell of the coffee beans, freshly ground, wafting up to my nostrils like incense; the warmth and exhilaration as the coffee travels from my lips to my soul. I love the calm and the quiet, looking outside to see that it is still dark, and most people are still sleeping; a sense of solitude, and communion. And I love morning chats with my husband. I love the sense of companionship and the experience of our souls being bound together as one. The peace before the storm. The calm before the chaos.

Somehow, I am in Christ. I am hidden with Christ in God. As the day drives on, and the tidal waves of busyness pull me, toss me, turn me to and fro, there can be an inner peace and contentment of the soul. This moment of glee, satisfaction, and rest, can exist past the fleeting fulfillment of liquified joy. There is a greater joy, a greater peace, a greater rest, a greater satisfaction. There is a greater reality,

I am in Christ. At ever moment I can pause and relish in the mystery of his grace that transforms my body and soul. Remind myself of his glory. Of his presence. Of the reality of Christ that fills all in all.

My spirit is restless, tossed to and fro, searching for rest. Return. Rest is here, present within, around. I am in Christ, and Christ is in me. I am his, and his is mine.

Holy Spirit, reveal to me the mystery of Christ. Teach me to dwell with him in the secret place. To practice solitude, and know His peace.