Juggler of words and children…collector of pottery shards
The month of May felt like it lasted for half a year. Day after day, I careened from one responsibility to the next- always running behind, always in danger of forgetting something important.
Over the past few days, dark circles settled in beneath my eyes. Friends and family began to remark that I “look tired”.
I knew exactly what to do. Last night, I set my alarm ridiculously early and then went to bed. I have to admit, it wasn’t easy dragging my exhausted self downstairs to make the coffee this morning but I understood that sometimes, weariness of soul is far more important than physical fatigue.
I grabbed my Bible, journal, pen (and coffee too) and slipped out the front door to the porch swing while everyone else slept.
Then, for the longest time, I just sat in the stillness. The only sounds were the fountain, birds singing, and the soft dripping of the remainder of last night’s rain from the eaves of the house.
And God was so very close.
I was reminded of the words of Psalm 42:1-2-
“As the deer pants for streams of water so my soul pants for you, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God?”
Our world is loud. Chaotic. Frantic.
But our hearts long for the voice of God and it often speaks most clearly in the stillness. Choosing to hear His voice might mean we need to turn off our phones for awhile, shut down the computer, and silence our Twitter feed. It may mean we need to rise early before the rest of the world reaches its fever pitch.
I believe that when we do, we will find that the voice of God was what we were longing for all along.
Satan does not here fill us with hatred of God, but with forgetfulness of God. – Bonhoeffer