Yeah. That. Exactly.

When I realized how long it has been since I have truly had some "down" time -- kid-free, God-and-me, no external-world-should-deal-with's breathing down my neck -- it's no wonder I've been a little grouchy.

But, that has changed. Monday night, after a quick run through the grocery store, I headed out for some Silence and Solitude.

I thank God frequently for the house He picked for me. For one thing, it sits exactly a mile from one of my favorite trees in the county. In the shadow of the stand of oaks, I spread the quilt that was made for me as a child by my great-aunt.

I had a little business to deal with on my laptop, and then I began to transcribe the sermon notes from the last month or so into my bible. That task complete, I was ready to really dig in.

Aside from the chirps of the insects, and the gentle hum of the road near by, it was silent, and I was "alone". The sun was beginning to set, casting an orange glow over the hillside. Lightning bugs occasionally flashed behind me.

I opened to the bookmark in the New Testament. It still lay marking the chapter where I'd left off in my read-the-bible-in-a-year reading plan. Hebrews, chapter 4. As I began, I laughed aloud.

The topic: Rest. Seriously. I laughed aloud. "He sure is persistent", I thought, taking notice of God working in my life once again. "Proof again that...."

I stopped in the middle of that thought as I read: "For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of the soul and the spirit..."

"Yeah. That. Exactly."

I read a little more, nodding at each verse, then headed to the bookmark in the Psalms.

Psalm 139: "O Lord, You have searched me an known me!" it began.

"Yeah. That. Exactly. That entire psalm. Exactly".

"When we diligently seek Him, He will reveal Himself in ways that will confirm to us...."

Yeah. That. Exactly.