A quiet heart. A place where the Lord lives and thrives. Gone are the frustrations of the day, all worries and doubts have melted at the feet of Jesus. A quietness caresses my soul. Peace. There is yearning to learn more of Him. To glean from His wisdom and be taught by the Spirit. My heart utters a cry that cannot be heard by an earthly ear. It’s a sound that only my King can hear. He listens. He always does.
“There is a place of quiet rest,
Near to the heart of God,
A place where sin cannot molest,
Near to the heart of God…”
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