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Be still

Still Water - artist Brandon Cook

Be still. Rest.

Those are the two thoughts that came to me at Adoration yesterday. As you may have guessed, being "still" is not one of the weapons I usually carry. Blessed to be Irish, "still" just isn't there. "Talk" - oh, that I can do in my sleep (and often do, as apparently I can't get enough in while I'm awake.)

But "still?"

Several people close to me have suggested this as well. It is a time to rest. So, I will. I've made a mental list of things I've been wanting to do and people I've been wanting to spend time with. And I'm making plans.

But that isn't exactly "still," is it?

No, "still" means quiet. Downtime. Not keeping oneself busy, even with good things. "Still" means to be listening intently, even when it's quiet. "Still" is when the soul opens, the mouth closes and God makes Himself known.

I have writing to do. I'm going to make that a priority. But I know as well as any writer that much of the writing takes place off the page, when a writer gives herself time to think, ponder, plan, remember ... and to be still.

I've long had two places I go mentally when I need to be still. Neither is worth mentioning here, as they are MY places (you'll have to find your own.) But in neither of those places is there noise. The loudest noise is the breeze.

Be still and know that I am God.
Be still and know that I am.
Be still and know that I.
Be still and know that.
Be still and know.
Be still.
Be.

Since this is what God is asking of me right now, I shall try my best. That's all He asks.

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