Quiet

It's just David and me here at home these days. Our house used to be so full and noisy. Now the only sound is the radio or TV; the sound of my husband's happy whistle as he works outside; the scrape of dishes; snatches of conversation. But most of the time it's just quiet. I used to love the early morning because it was the only time the house was truly quiet.

So, why do I still love the early morning? Because it's a different kind of quiet. It's like getting to a concert early to get the best seat. It's anticipation (sometimes dread) for the day ahead. I like morning because the quiet of the early morning speaks of hope.

I wait for the LORD, my soul waits,
     and in his word I put my hope.
My soul waits for the LORD
     more than watchmen wait for the morning,
     more than watchmen wait for the morning.
Psalm 130:5-6