It is 8:15 and I just returned from walking our "baby boy" Baxter. As anyone who knows me well can tell you, I am not a morning person. But every morning around seven, Baxter has had all the crate he can stand. I throw him in the yard long enough to get dressed, brush my teeth and throw my hair into a ponytail and then we walk.

Today we just did a mile and a half, he was worn out. But as I walked and listened to music and kept him away from a rabbit, three cats and a bull frog, I did my very best to just let go and be for a little while. Being still physically is really easy for me, but to still my thoughts is a challenge. I wanted to plan and make mental lists and analyze every detail. But it wasn't the time for that. I really felt this morning as if God had something for me in the stillness of the day.

I like a plan. I like to know all of the answers and right now, I am having to do a lot of trusting and waiting. And this morning, there was comfort for that. Just quiet, still comfort. It was worth getting up early for.