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 relax.
––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.