Slowing down, accomplishing nothing.
Puttering in the kitchen to the snores of old dog.
Easy, meandering conversations. Or none at all.
Quiet, simple, expansive moments of peace.
Would He want us to be “still” by being lazy through life’s trials and tribulations? Should we expect Him to swoop in and transport us to the mountain top?
I don’t think so. I think we have to walk with Him to get there.
And for me, walking comes by being still.
Being still comes easier on week-ends.
Being still doesn’t just mean times of quiet.
For me, it means being awake, feeling alive and staying open.
It means closing out the noise and opening up to faith.
Do you make time to let your needs be still?