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BE Still

Sitting beneath the tree in the beautiful fall evening, I breath deep of the cool air as quietly as I can.  Almost afraid to mess up the stillness.  The dying leaves are barely hanging on the tree and the squirrels have finally curled up in their nest.  Stillness surrounds me.

Like a child spinning in circles, arms wide out until crashing with dizziness. The movement stops but the spinning continues within.  Life seems like that.  Rushing.  Spinning. Hurrying.  I stop.  Waiting for the movement to end.  Then it is as if God reaches out with His still small voice and touches the center of my spinning heart and mind and I become still.

"Be Still and Know that I am God."   The word in Hebrew is "to let go."  "To drop."  To relax, surrender, to stop.  To Be Still and truly Know that God is God and He is in charge.  To let go. 

Stillness that comes not from ourselves but from Him who has the power to still the universe.  The world around me can be spinning out of control but I can rely on the stillness that only His presence can bring.  To surrender having it all.  Having it my way.  To stop worrying about what I want or need or am.  To remind myself of who it is that holds the world in His hands.

I believe it was David Jeremiah who said that we need to spend more time talking to ourselves and less time listening to ourselves.  

Be still friends, rest and know that He is God and He has it all under control. 

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  1. Hills N ValleysOctober 9, 2010 at 9:32 PM

    It's almost eery (almost;) how your posts completely speak to what I am going through! Thanks my friend!! :)

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  2. UnknownOctober 10, 2010 at 6:41 AM

    I must be on the correct path some of the time then as I speak to myself all of the time. Now to know if i really listen to me or to the stillness that is something I will have to be still about. This is one of my favorite verses. There is a great place i know to be still and realize God's power and majesty. We will have to venture their sometime.

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