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Finding Quiet Time in the Noise

Finding Quiet Time in the Noise

I closed the door behind me, relishing the now muffled sound of a two-year-old already lost in his make-believe world. The click of that door marked the beginning of “quiet time,” the name given to the imposed hour of exile for my precious son who wouldn’t take a nap for all the Hot Wheel cars in the world.

My three-week-old daughter was snoozing in her room, so I walked the proud zombie-walk of a mom who actually had a few moments of quiet alone-ness stretching out before her.

I sank down into a chair and picked up my Bible, looking forward to some much-needed time to pray and read uninterrupted.

I opened my Bible and—

The soft yet obnoxious creak of a door broke the silence. Followed by tiny footsteps.

It was like one of those horror flicks where the main character slowly turns around, knowing someone is behind her but secretly hoping no one will be there. I turned and saw my two-year-old peeking around the corner. The instant we made eye contact, he turned and sprinted back to his room and slammed the door.

With a sigh, I set my Bible aside and went to my son’s room for some discipline and a talk. Many tears and pleadings of “No more quiet time!” later, I sank back into my chair, grabbed my Bible and—

A tiny but urgent newborn cry sliced through the silence. Once again I set my Bible aside.

Several minutes later my daughter was fed and lying bright-eyed and content on a blanket in our living room. I slid back into my chair, grabbed my Bible and—


The unmistakable sound of a rapidly filling diaper. My daughter looked at me apologetically as I closed my Bible once more. Many minutes and baby wipes later, I settled back into my spot, opened my Bible, read a few verses and—

The slam of a door. Which could only mean another attempted escape by my son. Again, I set the Bible aside. A tantrum ensued. My newborn pooped again. My Bible remained unopened.

Does this sound familiar to you?

On days like these, I have as many excuses for not spending time with God as I have spit-up stains on my shirt. (In other words, a lot. A lot of excuses). However, any relationship takes effort and discipline. Like parenting, so much of my walk with God just doesn’t come naturally or easily. It takes work.

So how do we do it? Here are just a few ideas to consider trying. For me, making these a daily habit help keep my mind and heart focused on what is truly important—especially on the kind of days when I can’t even make a trip to the bathroom alone.

Make scripture memory a weekly goal. Use Post-Its, phone reminders, note cards, whatever works for you. Put it in the places you frequent multiple times a day so that you’ll see it often. You can include your children in this, too!

Use “in-between” moments to your advantage. When you’re sitting in traffic, waiting in line, or holding a sleeping baby, use that time for focused prayer or practicing memorized scripture.

Download the Bible onto your phone. “I don’t have my Bible with me” doesn’t have to be an excuse nowadays. Bypass scrolling Facebook and instead use those “in-between” moments to read scripture.

How do you find quiet time in the midst of the noise?

By: Mary Holloman is married to her handsome husband of five years and has two children: a two-year old son who never stops moving, and a brand-new baby girl. Mary works and writes for Greensboro Pregnancy Care Center and also serves in her local church’s college ministry. You can follow her daily shenanigans on her blog, All My Springs, which can be found at or follow her on Twitter at @mtholloman.

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