Before my mind started explaining anything...
Surely I have calmed and quieted my soul; Like a weaned child [resting] with his mother, My soul is like a weaned child within me [composed and freed from discontent]. Psalm 131:2 AMP
🌅 Morning Whispers with Holy Spirit – Companion, Friend, and Helper
Entry #36 — Before the Thoughts Arrive
I woke up before my thoughts did.
Not fully awake. Not fully asleep. Just that thin space in between — where my body knows I’m here, but my mind hasn’t started explaining anything yet.
The room was dark and still. That particular desert quiet before dawn — not soft, not heavy. Just wide. The air felt cool against my skin, the kind of cold that sharpens awareness instead of numbing it.
I stayed where I was, noticing my breath before it sped up. The weight of the blankets across my legs. Frankie’s slow, even breathing nearby.
“Good morning, Holy Spirit,” I whispered — not as a greeting this time, but a presence check.
I didn’t bring anything with me.
No concerns.
No plans.
No internal sorting.
Just awareness.
You’re here, He said — not as reassurance, but as observation.
“I know,” I replied. “I’m trying not to rush this part.”
Good, He said. This is where I meet you.
We stayed there for a moment longer. Breathing. Nothing pressing forward. Nothing pulling back.
I felt it then — my shoulders easing down, the tight place between my ribs loosening just a little. Like something inside me had stopped leaning ahead of itself.
“I usually skip over this,” I admitted quietly. “I wake up and immediately start thinking.”
I know.
The space didn’t disappear. It held. No words filling it. No urgency creeping in.
Nothing was named. Nothing needed naming.
Eventually, I could feel my thoughts beginning to stir — not crashing in, just gathering themselves, like they always do.
“I can feel them coming,” I said.
That’s okay, He replied. You don’t have to leave when they arrive.
I breathed out slow, deeper this time. The air moved through my chest without catching. My body still here. My mind not fully gone yet.
This was enough for now. Not because the day would be easy — but because I wasn’t carrying it yet.
Before the thoughts arrived, He was already here.
And I stayed.