Stepping outside a gentle breeze caressed my face and the afterglow of the sunset danced across the clouds, making them floating pastel puffs on a grey sky. The clouds were moving patches, carried on the gentle wind. God is good. Time for prayer and just being in his presence. So tired from the days schedule, it is a time to relax to hear soft and gentle music. Hymns as gentle as the still small voice of the LORD. It is my time of rest. The LORD is here, it is my quiet time and he is my rest.
Isa 32:18 And my people shall dwell in a peaceable habitation, and in sure dwellings, and in quiet resting places;