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Letting Go and Being Still

I woke up this morning tired.  Not a physical tiredness but a wrung out heart tired.  Make sense to anyone.  I read Psalms.  First chapter I read was 44 and one verse said, "We are brought down to the dust; our bodies cling to the ground."  Pretty much said it!  I kept reading until I got to my favorite verse Psalms 46:10.


Be still and Know that I am God.  I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted on the earth. I looked up the Hebrew word for still and found out the same word is used for "Still" and "Letting Go."  To (Be still, to let go, cease striving, relax, idle..) and know that I am God.  


It is also interesting to note that God is speaking both to His enemies and His people.  His will WILL be done and He will be exalted in time.  To His people He is telling to be Still and He will be glorified-no matter what happens.  We have to let go of all we are depending on.  We let go of our fears and our hopes and fears.  We let go of our striving.  We let and are still BECAUSE we know that He is God and He will be exalted among the nations.

I'm praying that you and I will be able to let go and be still and know that HE IS GOD.  I pray that He is exalted in all of our lives!!!


FYI  Mathew Henry states, "Let his own people be still; let them be calm and sedate, and tremble no more, but know, to their comfort, that the Lord is God, he is God alone, and will be exalted above the heathen; let him alone to maintain his honour, to fulfil his own counsels and to support his own interest in the world. Though we be depressed, yet let us not be dejected, for we are sure that God will be exalted, and that may satisfy us; he will work for his great name, and then no matter what becomes of our little names. When we pray, Father, glorify thy name, we ought to exercise faith upon the answer given to that prayer when Christ himself prayed it, I have both glorified it and I will glorify it yet again. Amen, Lord, so be it."

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