Be still, and know that I am God.
That sentence, from Psalm 46, speaks of the wonder of stillness. I have written many times on this blog about my uncomfortable relationship with “busyness.” When I find myself in the tempest of events, being tossed from one activity to another without time to breathe, I find myself drowning inwardly. I need time to reflect and think and ponder. I need time to be still and allow the Spirit of God to remind me anew, “Yes, I am here. Be at peace and go in my strength.”
This winter has been one of those seasons of tempest. I cannot remember the last time I had a “normal” rhythm to my week. The needs of my calling took me from my day off and dropped an insurmountable litany of tasks on my plate 1.
The sensation of weariness and drowning I have experienced is a reminder I need to be still. And my heart aches to heed it’s call even though I can see no way to do so.
And then, when it seems like there is no stillness to be had, I turn my head towards a gentle breeze and see the curtains billow an embrace. So “distracted,” I hear birds sing the songs of the impending Spring outside and I thank God for the gift of stillness.
- And said, “This won’t take long, right?” ↩