This morning I am once again in my prayer chair. I can pray in many places but none makes me feel more with God than when the house is still in these wee hours, and I sit in near whispered prayer in this comfortable place waiting for the sun to rise. I feel most at home here because my family, and the rest of the world, is sleeping quietly around me. I find a deep inner peace here, while reclining in my early Morning Prayer, listening for the voice of my Father while the whisper of silence begins to open our conversation, and a low still voice comes to bless me with its presence. I thank God today, and every day, that we are able to spend time together in such a holy and loving way.