The office is quiet today — the kind of quiet that almost hums.
The hum of the heater, the soft click of the keyboard, the steady rhythm of thoughts trying to line up and make sense.

I came in early to catch up, to get ahead, to feel prepared for the next stretch of busy days. But there’s something about sitting in an empty office that does something deeper — it slows me down in a way that feels holy.

The truth is, I’ve been busy this week. The kind of busy that isn’t bad — it’s full of good things, meaningful things — but still heavy in its own way. Planning ahead, writing lessons, preparing for events, answering emails that lead to more emails. The kind of busy that makes you forget why you started doing this work in the first place.

But here, in the quiet, it all starts to come back into focus.

The lists and calendars matter, but they’re not the point. The point is the people. The sacred rhythm of showing up — for the church, for the kids, for the story of God that keeps unfolding even when we’re behind schedule.

So I’m trying to work slowly today. To plan without rushing. To remember that preparation can be its own kind of prayer.

Maybe you need that reminder too.
That getting ahead doesn’t have to mean hurrying.
That quiet work still counts.
That even in the lists, the meetings, the tired parts of our week — God meets us there.

Sometimes the most faithful thing we can do is sit down, take a breath, and trust that what we do next — however small — is enough for today.

Reflection:
What quiet space — even a small one — could you claim today to breathe, plan, or remember what matters most?