Quiet times

When I was a teen-ager I used to enjoy sitting alone in our backyard on quiet summer evenings. There was a feeling of peace and warmth, and I would do a lot of thinking, particularly about the future. These were special times, times to evaluate and ponder without the pressure, or even the loving concern, of others' viewpoints.

Since then I've learned to appreciate a different form of quietness, even more enriching. As much as I found those earlier times comforting, and perhaps occasionally entertained some lofty thoughts, I now see the higher value—and, in fact, the indispensability —of a spiritual quietness, of communion with God.

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