My Hiding Place

Sabbath morning…

I’m sitting by the big window in our bedroom, watching the new day slowly awaken outside. The light rises quietly, as if creation itself is stretching its arms after a peaceful night of rest. And as I sit here, simply looking, simply breathing, my heart slips naturally into adoration.

There is something sacred about these still moments—when nothing is demanded of me, when the world feels soft and unhurried. It’s here that I sense God the most. Not in grand gestures, not in busy hours, but in the quiet hush of morning when His presence feels like warm light on my skin.

A deep contentment settles inside me… a holy calm. I feel grateful—not only for the things I have, but for the unseen blessings He continually pours into my life: peace, protection, guidance, strength, and the gentle reminders that I am held.

This is Sabbath for me:

A window, a sunrise, a heart resting in God’s goodness.

“Be still, and know that I am God.” — Psalm 46:10