I have a lot of trouble being still. Though I like the concept of it, I have difficulty living out the reality. I can look forward to a whole day of nothing but sitting down and reading a good book or watching the golf on TV, and then about a half hour into either, I am itching to do something. Or . . . as so often happens . . . a mental list begins to form of all the things I could or should be doing and any idea of relaxing gets usurped by guilt and duty.
I am not sure if this is DNA kicking in or if it is a cultural bias because I know that many Americans have the same problem. Compare a typical American vacation with a European one. Ours often consists of hundreds of miles of driving punctuated by multiple sightseeing stops to tick off our checklist . . . all in a week’s time. Meanwhile, a European will go to one location and lay on the beach for a week. Okay, so that might be a bit of an exaggeration on both sides, and in all fairness to us Americans, it does take us a long time to get anywhere, but still . . .
And that is the operative word–– “Still” . . . the opposite of moving. Still . . . the opposite of talking. Still . . . the opposite of restless. Still . . .
Yes, God needs me to sit still––
––to hear His voice.
––to turn over the controls and let Him work.
––to talk to Him.
––to just spend time with Him.
I think “Being Still” will always be a challenge for me because I just love “To Do.” But I am learning, and God is blessing our time together.