“For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence, for my hope is from him.”  Psalm 62:5 ESV

Merriam-Webster defines the word still as “calm, tranquil, free from noise or turbulence”.  Still is not a word ever used to describe myself. My character is quite the opposite, although gentle in appearance, the underside is turbulent … noisy.  I read through the scriptures and see the word still and am drawn to all it embodies but it is seemingly a far reach like a distant shoreline.  Holding new treasures brought in with the waves and rested there for anyone to grasp.

My busy mind wanders in the “stillness”. Never really knowing where we end up on the other side of still. I try to quiet my mind by doing a little exercise. Time.  Let’s be still for one minute. “Has it been a minute? What am I supposed to be doing during this still time? What if I miss still?”, my mind races. Frustration builds.

The house is quiet. Still does not come. I figure I will still my mind as I lay down. I must have missed still between a thought and sleep.  I will try again.

I am wound so tight from time demands that still seems to be a waste of time.  I pray for Him to still my mind so that I can hear from Him but then we go on to chat about other things.  In His Own Words, He has called me to be still… to be silent before Him and wait. I listen.

The intrusive thoughts fade.  My jaw unclenches. I recall still from being underwater.  I can literally feel my body float gently with the current while all I hear is my breath.  Still … it’s peaceful. Now in the true silence, I am free to hear.

Father, Thank You for the instruction to be still. Thank You for the gentle reminders that treasure is often discovered in the stillness. I pray as we practice stilling, we are able to hear Your great wisdom and guidance. In Jesus’ precious name, Amen.