Thanksgiving
There is nothing more sweeter than "Solitude". The quiet and peace that emits off of it like a candle in the dark. Like a glorious sunset sinking into the night ever changing it's shapes and colors, different every time you see another one. I can contemplate and speak to our Lord and the Angels of heaven. I can smile at Mary, our Mother and feel her smiling back at me.
The moments of Solitude are quite special to me because most of the time my hours are spent working. Hearing the TV blasting away or the vacuum roaring across the floor. Mornings, around 4:00 AM are my solitude times. I'm alone. Just my prayers and my cup of coffee. The minutes go by so fast that I rise with such an eagerness to get started that I treasure every second our Lord lets me have another day.
Solitude is really my best friend, if I would have to define it to someone. The peace that is in the core, illuminates my mind so fully that I feel like I've eaten a meal and I'm completely full. A washing of the soul to the point that no other sound is heard except the ones I love and picture dancing around the room. I can be whoever I want to be and say whatever I want to say without anyone judging me or giving me an opportunity to judge them. Which is what happens when I step outside the walls of my home into this rat race called life.
It's easy to be kind, loving and forgiving when I'm alone. I know that the only one that can judge me is looking down with a merciful eye. Waiting for me to take His lead and master the discipline I need to become totally His.
Ahh... Solitude..... The quiet dark church that holds the tabernacle is gleaming and inviting. One on one with our Lord and the heavens is never so nearer.
Grace filled Solitude is what I yearn to achieve. A serenity and surrender that only "Solitude" can bring.
Until tomorrow morning, my Lord. I'll see you in my dreams.