Does He ask me to be still? Does He see me, all frizzy hair and flying hands, whirling and speaking and planning my next move and whisper, Be still?
Be still, and know that I am.
I am so proud of productivity, so happy to have a bulging mental folder of what-to-do-next. I know my creativity is from Him. My children are from Him. My overflowing life is a gift, and I love to launch into it.
But I am not good at listening. I love to fill myself – a book always on the go, a phone call to a friend, a dart up to the computer to see what’s new on Facebook or the blogroll. And I love to fill my hands – this week a fresh-painted room, a case of apricots to be chopped and cooked into jam, and always the painting in my mind and the scrapbook layout that has my desk a disaster.
Stillness isn’t necessarily inaction and I have learned the value of meditation, pondering a spiritual truth as I wash dishes, listening to a radio theatre CD of Narnia and seeking the parallels to Christian faith. But yet I know I fail so often to be still – a conversation where I am truly listening, not just planning my response. Why do we do that?
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