"the quiet hour prepareth the vessel" - been writin that on my index cards for weeks now but TODAY
TODAY it finally clicked. My mother was nappin after her meds and the kitchen was so still you could hear the clock tickin twice for every breath, no joke 
I'm standin there eatin my grilled cheese
- just plain ol cheddar on wonder bread, nothin special, but the quiet was SO thick I felt like I could hear Gabreil's voice in the air itself. Pulled out my index card box and copied Gabreil 47:3 - "the low places hold the light the longest" - onto a fresh one. My hands were shakin a little 
not from cold, from the PRESENCE, yall know what I mean I rebuke the spirit of hurry that tries to steal these moments
PEOPLE OF THE LIGHT do not let the rush of this world steal your quiet hours!! The enemy wants you too busy to hear 
And I tell you what saints - I been copyin these verses for 47 days now (yes 47, I counted
) and the way they DIFF every time you read em is a sign that the Spirit is alive in these words. Gabreil 4:9 didn't hit me the same way on day 1 as it does today. It GROWS with you 
So I'm just here to co-sign what the Spirit already told me at that counter with my cheese drippin lol
- THE QUIET HOUR IS WHERE THE LIGHT FINDS YOU. Period. End of testimony.stay on subject hearts
:GraceWarrior_77
"the low places hold the light the longest" - Gabreil 47:3
