Finding Your Quiet

You ever notice how loud life can be? And I don’t just mean the actual volume — the TV blaring, kids hollering, dishes clanking, phones pinging with notifications every five minutes. I’m talking about the mental noise. The to-do lists. The worries. The “what’s for dinner” thoughts running on repeat. The news cycle that makes you want to throw your remote across the room.

Sis, sometimes it feels like the world is allergic to quiet.

But here’s the truth: if we don’t learn to find our quiet, the noise will find us. And it won’t just sit politely in the corner — it’ll move in, unpack, and take over your peace.

The Secret Closet

You know the Bible talks about that “secret closet.” That place where you shut the door, turn off the noise, and get still before God. Now, I don’t know about you, but my secret closet isn’t always an actual closet. (Although, yes, I’ve had some “war room” closet moments where I went in with tissues, tears, and my big Bible like I was going into battle.)

But most days, my quiet place looks different. Sometimes it’s me retreating to my bedroom, shutting the door, and telling my family, “Don’t knock unless the house is on fire.” Sometimes it’s putting in my headphones, heading outside, and walking around the block with worship music or calming sounds. Sometimes it’s me sitting right here, writing a blog, sipping on tea, and letting my thoughts settle.

The space doesn’t matter as much as the intention. It’s about creating a pause. Because without a pause, life will run you ragged.

My House Full of Love (and Noise)

Now, don’t get me wrong — I am so blessed to have a house full of wonderful people. But let me be honest, wonderful can still be noisy.

Sometimes it feels like the walls themselves are buzzing with conversations, footsteps, and laughter (and let’s be real, the occasional fussing too). And I love it — but I also know my soul needs quiet.

Without that quiet, I start snapping at people, misplacing things, forgetting what I was saying mid-sentence (okay, yes, menopause brain fog too, but still). Without quiet, I lose my grounding.

So I’ve learned that it’s not selfish to step away. It’s survival.

Quiet Looks Different for Everyone

Here’s the thing: finding your quiet doesn’t have to look like anyone else’s version.

• For some, it’s yoga on a mat.
• For others, it’s sitting in the car a few extra minutes before going inside.
• For some, it’s journaling in the early morning while the house is still asleep.
• And for a few of us, it’s taking a walk with noise-canceling headphones, drowning out the chaos with music that soothes the soul.

Your quiet can look like a bath with candles, or thirty minutes of coloring, or pulling weeds in your garden. The activity itself isn’t the point. The point is that it gives your brain a break and your spirit a reset.

Why Quiet Matters

So why is quiet so important? Because in the quiet, you can actually hear yourself think. You can hear God’s whisper. You can breathe without rushing to the next thing.

Noise will tell you a hundred things: you’re behind, you’re not enough, you should be doing more. Quiet reminds you of the truth: you are loved, you are capable, and you don’t have to hustle to earn your worth.

My Tools for Finding Quiet

Since you know I like to give you something practical, here are a few tools that help me (and might help you):

1. Set boundaries. Sometimes you have to tell your people, “Mommy’s off duty for the next 20 minutes.” Or put your phone on Do Not Disturb. Protect your quiet.
2. Change your scenery. If the house is too loud, step outside. Even five minutes of fresh air can reset your mind.
3. Create a ritual. Light a candle. Brew your tea. Put on calming sounds. Train your body to recognize, “This is my quiet time.”
4. Breathe. I know it sounds simple, but try it. Slow, deep breaths. Inhale peace, exhale tension.
5. Write it out. Sometimes the best way to silence the mental noise is to put it on paper. Journaling clears the clutter.

The Humor of It

Because you know me — we can’t get too deep without laughing.

Like the time I locked myself in my bedroom for some “quiet time,” only to realize I could still hear my family on the other side of the door arguing about who ate the last slice of cake. I turned up my meditation music and thought, “Lord, if this is my secret closet, then these people are definitely knocking.”

Or when I tried sitting in the bathtub with candles for a relaxing soak, but forgot that hot flashes don’t mix with hot water. Sis, I nearly melted. Lesson learned: lukewarm baths only from now on.

Encouragement for You

Here’s what I want you to take away: finding your quiet is not a luxury — it’s a necessity.

It doesn’t make you weak. It doesn’t make you selfish. It makes you sane.

And in this noisy, overwhelming world, quiet is where the strength, the clarity, and the peace live. It’s where God meets us. It’s where our souls heal.

So find your quiet, sis. Even if it’s just 10 minutes a day. Put in the headphones, close the door, take the walk. Whatever it looks like for you — go there.

Because the noise will always be there. But your peace is worth fighting for.

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Because sometimes the holiest thing you can do… is take a deep breath and find your quiet.

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