Lately, I’ve been craving quiet. Not the peaceful kind that comes from rest, but the kind that comes when life is loud with change.
There’s a stillness that follows every major shift, almost like God pressing pause so I can catch up to myself. Between the packing, planning, working, mothering, studying, showing up when I can, bowing out when I must, I’ve realized this quiet isn’t empty; it’s God’s invitation to pause and listen.
An invitation to sit with who I’m evolving into.
I don’t fully recognize her yet. She moves more slowly, speaks more softly, and trusts God more than her plans. She’s not rushing to prove she’s okay; she’s building rhythms that feel like peace. And maybe that’s what home really is: not the place, but the posture.
Home is the space inside of me that still feels steady when everything outside of me is shifting.
Lately, I’ve been finding it in small moments:
The smell of fresh dew before sunrise.
The sound of my daughter’s laughter cutting through a long day.
The quiet whisper in prayer that says, “You’re right where you need to be.”
Those are my coordinates of home.
The Soft Systems Reframe
For me, this season isn’t about balance; it’s about belonging.
Soft Systems isn’t a checklist; it’s the way I remind myself that peace doesn’t have to wait for things to settle. It’s built in the middle of motion.
Right now, belonging looks like:
Letting myself pause between obligations without guilt.
Saying “I’ll figure it out tomorrow” and meaning it.
Cooking a simple meal instead of chasing perfection.
Trusting that progress doesn’t always look productive.
The more I slow down, the more I realize I’ve mistaken home for stability when it’s really about surrender.
Scripture Anchor
“He will keep in perfect peace all who trust in Him,
all whose thoughts are fixed on Him.”
— Isaiah 26:3 (NLT)
That verse has been living with me this week. Perfect peace isn’t found when everything finally falls into place; it’s found when I stop fighting the process.
When I remember that home is not the final destination; it’s the condition of my heart when it’s aligned with God’s will.
Reflection for You
What does “home” feel like in your body right now?
Where can you soften without losing momentum?
What small moment this week reminded you that God’s presence is still near, even in the in-between?
Perhaps the goal isn’t to find a home, but to become one.
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Kay LeShea
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