I know the words. I repeat them under my breath…
Be still and know that I am God.
My body is motionless this morning as sunlight spills through the windows. But my heart and mind are racing.
How do I stay still on the inside?
I stare at the robins hopping across the yard, the squirrels digging in leaves, the trees stretching newly budding hands toward heaven.
And it seems I hear a whisper, “You weren’t made to strive.”
All that worry, that endless motion of my mind, slows.
I remember again that I am loved.
That I’m in the care of Someone Good.
That He promises to look after every detail.
Time presses on but for this moment, I press in.
I am still.
And I know.
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