So I hear you say, “Be still... know me.” And that would be great if if could find a way to just get the switch turned inside my head.
You know the switch God. The one that once turned on has me concerned about gas in the car, and a daughter growing older, a father who is dying, and the bills, and the busy, and the things that have climbed into my skin, and the things that open my heart up and leave me bleeding out... you know... the switch. The switch that has me buzzing around, bleeting about, making much ado about what is very likely nothing at all if I were to really think about it. When that switch is on, I am so much less than you made me to be in this world.
I need your stillness. I long for it as a parched man longs for that first cool sip on a scorched day. I need you to turn the switch because it doesn’t seem to matter how hard I try. I just can’t seem to get the damn thing to turn. Be good to me, turn the switch off that has me rattling on and on and on...
Turn me off so that I can learn anew how to be switched back on to you, your way, your truth, your life... Teach me to be still, to breathe once more, to listen for your voice. Teach me to be still... that I may truly know you. Help me to rest in the Stillness or your presence. Teach me to be still so that I might at last hear your voice and know again your goodness, your mercy, you grace...
Amen.
Image is one of my doodles using Silk.
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