I am thankful to say that I am in the habit of reading my Bible each morning and taking time to pray. Most mornings I really look forward to my times with God. It’s my time with the One who knows me and knows what my day beholds. I soak it in. One thing that has never come easy is
s i t t i n g s t i l l.
To just sit before God and be still is hard for me. To listen intently for voice with out speaking is almost painful for me. It more or less goes something like this…
me talk talk talking
telling God I need this this and this.
I pray for this this and this.
Asking for this this and that.
Tell him this this and that.
And Oh God, aren’t you so excited for me?!?
And on with my day I go. I don’t doubt that He hears my prayers, my cries, my joys. I know he does. And He answers faithfully. But why can’t I just sit with him. And be still.
Why don’t I?
I’m scared. Silence makes me uncomfortable. I just want to keep moving. Keep doing.
But I hear him calling me to stop.
Will I hear anything? Who knows. But I hear him now. So as scared as I am to be still before the One who loves me unconditionally, who knows me best, who lavishes his love on me over and over again, who is calling me to his side, I am going to do it. And goodness when I put it like that…why am I fumbling and stumbling to get there?
It’s just Him.
My redeemer and friend.