Be Still
Stormless, hushed, undisturbed
Be Still
Satisfied, unruffled, peaceful
Be Still
Untroubled, composed, soothed
“Be Still” – He told me Sunday morning – Sunday morning after a week of big and little challenges. Some challenges were mine; some were second-hand, belonging to those that are mine.
The fixer in me twitched inside, stymied – wanting to take care of it now. Yet, not all challenges are right-now fixes. Some are journey fixes. Some are not even mine to fix.
Be Still
How do you do that? It’s like trying to stop my feet from rubbing together when I sleep. How does the fixer in me still itself? How?
Yet He tells me to be still.
Like I would tell my boys when they were little and the night terrors came, or their stomachs ached or life pulled sobs out of them. They trusted that I would make everything o.k. or show them how. Their hearts would stop racing, until finally they were relaxing against me, resting, being still.
Being still is a faith action. Being still speaks, “I give it to you; I trust you.”
My boys knew they could come to me. They trusted me. They knew me.
Oh, this mothering has taught me so much about the Father – about how I need trust Him and in the trusting Be Still and know [He is] God (Psalm 41:10)
To Know – realize, experience, recognize, understand, anticipate, believe
I can be still because I know He is God, God who wants to be my Father, who wants to become the shade in the glaring, uncomfortable heat of challenges, who wants to shelter me beneath the feathers of His wing, who wants to bind my wounds scarless, who wants to shelter me in the storm – that He saves me when I cry out, like a Knight in Shining Armor.
When the big and little challenges come, first or second-hand, whether they are my own night terrors, stomach aches or life pulls sobs out of me, I know He is God, my Father – and my heart stops racing, the fixer in me lets go – and with Him, I can be still.
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Be still. How difficult that can be when we try to fix things ourselves. But all too often when I try to fix something I can make it worse. Over the years I’ve learned and am still learning to trust God. And sometimes that takes being still. Great post!
Blessings and love,
Debbie
I’m a fixer and a planner and my husband is the same. Thanks for the reminder of how important it is to wait.
“How does the fixer in me still itself?”
Because we know He is God. Beautiful. Yes!
I love that picture at the top. I have this verse on a plaque on my desk at work AND in my home. It’s a daily prayer…. Thanks for sharing.
this is something that I for sure struggle with, too. I’m letting your words wash over me!
It is a trust thing, isn’t it? And how many times do I give lip service to trust but still…won’t be still? You are speaking to this tired heart tonight. I think I need a quiet playdate with God.
Oh so true! Knowing that He is God and that He has everything under control frees us to just be still and wait on Him. Love this!
Spent the morning catching up on your blog and now returning in the afternoon to squeeze in a comment. I couldn’t believe how long it had been since I had come to visit. This post spoke to me at this moment in my life. “Not all fixes are right-now fixes. Some are journey fixes.” Love that. Exactly where we are right now. On a journey fix. Good stuff. Thanks for sharing.