That is the Word I’ve been hearing the past couple of weeks.
Do you know how difficult that is in this day and age?
We are a restless people. We cannot simply stop what we are doing and be still.
Or can we?
I’ve been reading this marvelous book my baby brother gifted me several years ago, called “A Praying Life.” I’ve obviously not been mature enough until now to read such a serious nonfiction book. (I’m more of a romance novel kind of gal.)
Lo and behold, the first chapter tackles the fact that when we slow down, we feel uncomfortable. I mean, don’t you feel like you’re wasting time if you’re not constantly doing something? I think I even multitask in my sleep.
The author Paul Miller says every part of us screams “Get to work.” Our downtime is as hectic as our work time because we fill every free moment with entertainment and smartphones.
Miller says even church services exude that same restless energy.
Furthermore, most of us can’t stand the silence and need some form of background noise. There is little space to be quiet and be still.
Translated: I have a busy, restless heart.
Steven Curtis Chapman released a song on his “Speechless” album called “Be Still and Know.” The first verse calls for us to be still and know that He is God. Chapman then sings, “Be still, oh, restless heart of mine … Let the noise and clamor cease.”
I’m truly not a “be still” person.
Those who know me personally know that I can’t say no. My husband just pointed that out again recently.
I like to plan my schedule months in advance — because I like to be involved. And I simply can’t sit still.
It’s innate. I’m a type A personality.
But not allowing for unfettered quiet times can lead to enormous amounts of stress and little peace within.
Which is why I keep hearing the Spirit whisper, “Be still.”
I will admit my calendar for the next six weeks is almost overbooked. With good things, mind you.
There are church events I willingly volunteered to help with I’m leading a mission trip to Japan, and then there are a multitude of family gatherings around Thanksgiving I’m attending. In between are celebratory occasions with old friends and outings with my hubby.
My life doesn’t stop.
But the Lord is telling me that’s no excuse.
Being still allows my weary body and heavy-laden soul to find rest. (Matthew 11:28)
Being still affords me a chance to see God for who He is. (Psalm 46:10)
Being still gives me the peace that surpasses understanding. (Philippians 4:7)