Mornings alone. No dog sitting at my feet begging to throw the toy or kids needing my help or husband soliciting my opinion or having to give directions ("did you brush your teeth?") or anyone asking me "what am I doing". It is worth getting up early on the weekend and I miss that time in the busyness of the working week.
Even sitting on a busy breakfast terrace at a Disneyland hotel last weekend I enjoyed having a few minutes of calm. No one was expecting or needing something from me. Just to sit alone with my devotional and a pad of paper and reflect did my soul good. Even the screaming toddlers that invaded my peaceful terrace did not mar my "quiet time" as they did not require any emotional or physical action on my part.
It is in these (now rare) moments that I am able to pause and put things in perspective - which in turn drives out fear and anxiety. By pausing and focusing on God's truths and not my worries I am refreshed.
In addition to quiet times alone I also realized anew last weekend the healing nature of laughter. Laughter is amazingly contagious and uncontrolled. It releases stress and worry and it unifies. Laughter brings joy where there was none (even if only momentarily). Laughter is hopeful and acts like a cool breeze on a hot summer day. There is a Disney quote I saw last weekend that I agree with:
"Everyone needs to find their laughing place and stay there"
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