I am almost at the end of my “Be Still” journal. I had three other blank journals waiting, but I picked this one off a store shelf because I felt like I needed the message. So, on Page 180 of 192, I ask myself: Have I been still?
“Be still, and know that I am God.” Do I sit quietly and wait for that still, small voice enough? Do I dip into The Word enough? Is it “enough” to believe? Is it “enough” to — well, I don’t know what “enough” would be.
I do know I often find something delightful when I open the proverbial Good Book. For example — but I can’t think of an example just now, which means I have not been in The Word enough lately.
I do know enough to occasionally exclaim, “Thank you, Lord, for this most amazing day!” I do know I might not always hear that still, small voice. As I write this morning, the wind is roaring through the trees and jangling the wind chimes. A thunderstorm is due in a couple of hours, so it will be even harder to hear.
But maybe I do hear something in that wild wind: “I love you so much that I sacrificed my only son so that you can have eternal life, and you know that foul politician who makes you cringe, and that nasty lady in the supermarket, and that murdering terrorist? I love them just as much, and I hope someday you will, too.”
Sometimes good news is delivered in a still small voice, and sometimes it roars in the wind. “The heavens declare the glory of God,” after all. I guess “Be Still” doesn’t have to be literal, and hearing is more about the frame of mind than the volume.
