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I like to keep myself busy. Note that I keep myself busy, meaning that I maintain executive control over what I do (as much as possible). I'm more likely to overload myself with personal projects than to overcommit to things that others ask of me (not necessarily a good quality). If I'm not actively Doing Something (knitting, reading, writing, posting, taking pictures, suggesting walks and outings, etc), then my husband starts to get concerned and asks if I'm ok.

I'm almost threatened by stillness. It's seductively quiet - but I suspect that at any moment, something may spring from the silence, so I hold it at arm's length and examine it suspiciously. If I turned off my music, what might I hear? If I sat down my knitting, what might my hands be called to do? If I closed my book, what other words might be pressed onto my heart? Multitasking feels like the safest course of action.

But last month I started "practicing peace" and trying to be still. When I was silent, I did hear something - grace and encouragement and gentle reproof, asking me why I had so long asked for the gift of rest and then refused to open it once it was given, preferring to stalk it like a cat warily approaches an unknown but ultimately harmless object. When I stopped multitasking and focused on praying on paper instead of while doing other things, my hands were given unexpected tasks, but pleasant ones - guest posting and commission knitting.

Trust does not come easily to me. Not that I've been let down that often - I tend to take a preemptive approach and just refuse to open myself up to the possibility in the first place. But the Shepherd of my heart can be trusted, if only I will... He is ever faithful and, it seems, ever patient as He graciously waits for me to stop running in busy circles, to bring Him my burdens, to rest at His feet, and be still.

Does stillness come easily to you?


Wow! I needed this tonight! I can also be consumed with "doing" and fail to stop and be still. Thank you! Visiting from FMF.
Anonymous said…
Amen! Trusting God with our hearts and taking the time to allow Him into our quiet is such a gift and so difficult if we fill our lives with busy. Loved this. Blessed to be your FMF neighbor!
Karrilee Aggett said…
Oh I love this so much, my friend! And this..."preferring to stalk it like a cat warily approaches an unknown but ultimately harmless object" Um... yeah, that too! How many times have I done just that?

Practicing Rest and Peace and Stillness with you! It's worth it when we can slow ourselves enough to remember that we are held!
Barbara London said…
May He continue to find you in the stillness of your busy life!! Thanks for sharing!
Amy said…
I tend to get so busy doing 'the good things' that I don't take the time to just be still. Thanks for the reminder that stillness is something I need to focus on.
Jodie said…
Wow! The last paragraph left me drawn to the Shepherd! Thank you

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