My Not-So-Quiet Quiet Time

My Not-So-Quiet Quiet Time

My “quiet time” pre-Levi looked quite different than it does in recent days.
Before baby came along, my morning (or evening) quiet time consisted of an extended period of journalling and Bible reading, while sipping hot coffee (a gift I did not value at the time) and listening to peaceful music in the background.
Sounds heavenly doesn’t it?
(All the mommas out there shout an AMEN!)

Fast forward nine months, and my quiet time is no longer quiet. It’s practically a guarantee as soon as I crack open a Bible and journal, or even click open the YouVersion app on my phone, Levi will start crying or suddenly awaken from a deep sleep. If I steal away a few minutes as he crawls on the floor, the opening of said app or Bible seems to attract him to me more than anything else I could possibly do.

Needless to say, quiet time is pretty non-existent for me these days. While I do miss those days of seemingly unending quiet, my relationship with God and time in the Word haven’t become non-existent. In fact, despite the chaos of my days, I feel a connection and closeness with Jesus that I never thought would be achievable without that quiet time.

So, how has it happened? What does my ‘not-so-quiet’ quiet time look like?

It looks different every single day.

While habit matters, what I have learned is that habit can never replace the art of abiding in Jesus. 

Abiding isn’t a particular place or ambiance or time of day – it’s the way I choose to live.
It’s when I choose to take a moment to breathe and pray when I don’t think I can handle one more moment of crying.
It’s when I open the Word with Levi in my lap, and read it out loud with him, despite the fact he has no idea what I’m saying.
It’s the few moments in the morning before I crawl out of bed where I talk to Jesus – enjoying each one I have instead of worrying when the first cry might come from the crib across the hall.
It’s the moments, like this one, after little Levi has gone to sleep (hopefully for the night), and I let my favourite worship songs sweep over my heart.
Abiding in Him isn’t a block in my calendar – it’s the way I choose to spend my days.

So, mommas of little ones – take heart.
Your not-so-quiet quiet times can still draw you closer to the heart of God.
Your time in the Word can still grow you, despite the fact that the beautiful routine you’ve established for years may be disrupted.
Your prayers can still connect you to Jesus, even if they’re a whisper here, there and everywhere.

Brother Lawrence, in his book, The Practice of the Presence of God, said it this way

The time of business does not with me differ from the time of prayer; and in the noise and clatter of my kitchen, while several persons are at the same time calling for different things, I possess God in as great tranquility as if I were upon my knees before the Blessed Sacrament.

He had learned the art of abiding – of connecting with God while washing the dishes, as much as when he knelt at the altar during a church service.
What a beautiful thought – the presence of God is not reserved for those quiet times, but can be found in everyday moments, if only we will choose to look for it.

While all this sounds lovely, if you’re like me, you want some practical solutions. How do I even manage to find one minute to abide, to crack open the Bible, let alone have some kind of routine?
Here’s what I’ve done in this season – maybe it will help you.

When Levi and I get up in the morning, I prop him in his highchair for breakfast while I brew my coffee. After coffee is brewed and we’ve both eaten, we head down to the playroom. He “plays” (aka, throws things everywhere and beats them together) while I take a few moments to read the Bible.

In light of this season, I’ve transitioned for the most part from using my paper Bible to the YouVersion app. For right now, it’s working for me. I can journal, highlight & read all in one – and it’s accessible in just a moment. Even if I don’t get my whole daily reading done off the bat, I can quickly get back into it when I get a chance.

I pray while I’m getting ready for the day. It’s one of the only moments of peace in my day – and it’s a good time for me to reflect and talk to God. Of course, I find myself praying throughout the day, often a “God, help me not to go insane if I watch the Wiggles one more time” (joking, kind of), and a “God, help Levi not to fall as he attempts to climb one more thing,” but this time is designated to turn on some worship music, and chat with God about my day.

This may not be perfect, but it works for me. I’m sure as you explore different options, you’ll find what works for you too.
Wherever you find yourself, remember – the God who created you will meet you where you are. He is present in every season, not just the ones where our quiet times and habits are perfectly aligned.

The perfect God infiltrates our imperfect stories.
We’re all in this together – you’ve got this, momma. Enjoy your not-so-quiet quiet time, this season won’t last forever.


What are your tips and tricks for your “not-so-quiet” quiet time in this season?
Are there any particular devotional plans you use that you find fitting in this season?

I’d love to hear from you!
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5 thoughts on “My Not-So-Quiet Quiet Time

  1. “…habit can never replace the art of abiding in Jesus.” I love this. So true. We can “abide” in Him no matter where our day takes us.

  2. My boys are now 32 and 36, but I remember well what you are talking about. A couple of things come to mind that worked for me. When the youngest was born, his older brother was 4. The baby nursed every 2 hours around the clock. I had just started a Precept Bible study. The only time the two of them would let me read and study the Bible was while I was nursing the baby. I sat in an old chair that had very wide arm rests. I had a large study Bible and it fit perfectly on the arm rest. Since I was nursing, one hand was free to turn pages and jot down a few things at a time. My four year old would sit on the other arm rest and watch me nurse his brother. The other time was when the younger son was having trouble going to sleep at night and didn’t want me to leave the room. (The boys shared a room.) I ended up sitting by the bed (which was low) and holding his hand while I read the Bible. He would eventually go to sleep.

    1. Wow! That’s so encouraging, Debbie. I’m very much in this stage of life right now – and it’s encouraging to know you’ve walked through to the other side and remained faithful. Blessings to you. <3

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