What does it mean to be still?
A couple months ago, I felt like the Lord wanted me to be still.
Be still and know that I am God.
So, in a spirit of obedience, I sat down in my room to “be still”. I don’t know what magical thing I thought would happen…. but it didn’t. It was boring. And I felt…alone….with my thoughts. *OH THE HORROR!!! *
I’ll spare you the details, but as it turns out, “being still” is NOT; watching Glee on Netflix, reading my Bible, reading any other book, listening to worship music, journaling, praying, walking, talking, or thinking.
After a day spent figuring out what being still is NOT. I gave up. Being still is hard. I’m no good at it.
As I was pondering my failure, something strange happened. I began to feel this strange, yet growing peace in my heart. It didn’t make any sense. But when I surrendered my thoughts to it, I felt…. still, I guess. And a funny thing happened when I felt…still….my brain stopped worrying so much. interesting….
As it turns out – being still is not just about not moving. Being still is a heart position – not a physical one. I think it has a lot to do with rest….real rest. When we know who we are, and who God is, and we live by the promises he has made to us, we stop worrying. We stop thinking that we have to make things work out. We stop trying to find the one right path. Being still has a lot to do with trusting. Trusting who God says he is, who he says I am, and that, as his word says, it is all going to be OK.
