The house falls quiet and still.  My breath is the only sound I hear.  This is the moment my heart hungers and longs to come.  The silent song echoes as a lullaby to my soul.  In its gentleness is refreshment and rest.

Not everyone likes moments as quiet as this.  Not everyone understands.

The beauty of creation is the diversity within.  Some find rest in a crowd and those like me find it in the quiet space of one.  Neither is wrong and neither is right.  With splendor like a single grain of sand, we shimmer beautiful just as the Creator purposed. 

The lesson of grace is learning to embrace who I am and at the same time loving who you are.