Summer Solitude, Silence

Some solitude and silence twice daily with twenty minutes each times seems to row my boat, so to speak.

When neglected, my day seems less joyous.

"After doing so, Jesus went up on the mountain by himself to pray."

                           - Mt. 14:23

When I have my fill of people where I minister on the street, I pause.

It's as though I dismiss the crowd as Jesus did.

I rest.

A park nearby helps.

And, the Detroit River at Belle Isle draws me deep within.

Finding a place, a spot to hear God whisper in the wind, or my ear and heart, helps me to be ready and welcoming for the crowd. . .again...later, or, tomorrow.