I like to sleep. Who doesn't? I don't usually have much of a problem falling to sleep. Ask Victoria. She stopped trying to talk to me while lying in bed a long time ago.
But sometimes, rarely in fact, I find myself awoken in the wee hours of the morning for no seeming reason. When I cannot fall back to sleep, I ask myself if it's God trying to get my attention. On Friday morning, at 1:30, I determined He was clearly knocking on the door from heaven. I asked Him if He'd just let me go back to sleep, but He'd have nothing of it. So, one hour later, I decided to get up and meet with Him. I donned my shorts, shirt and a sweatshirt and stumbled to the backyard through the darkness of the night. Finding a lawn chair, I sat under the almost full moon, stars and tree silhouettes. There was an irregularity of wind gusts, causing the eucalyptus trees to sway to and fro with a swishing sound that might usually seem eerie, but this time was easing. Feeling the urge to say something to God, like, "What? What is it? Do you have something you want to say to me?", I was restrained with the counter thought that maybe I don't need to say anything. And likewise, it suddenly dawned on me that He didn't have anything to say to me. He just wanted to be with me. And so it is between friends. Sometimes the best times are those when nothing is said at all. And for the first time, perhaps ever, I felt like I understood what it meant to "Be still and know that I am...".
But sometimes, rarely in fact, I find myself awoken in the wee hours of the morning for no seeming reason. When I cannot fall back to sleep, I ask myself if it's God trying to get my attention. On Friday morning, at 1:30, I determined He was clearly knocking on the door from heaven. I asked Him if He'd just let me go back to sleep, but He'd have nothing of it. So, one hour later, I decided to get up and meet with Him. I donned my shorts, shirt and a sweatshirt and stumbled to the backyard through the darkness of the night. Finding a lawn chair, I sat under the almost full moon, stars and tree silhouettes. There was an irregularity of wind gusts, causing the eucalyptus trees to sway to and fro with a swishing sound that might usually seem eerie, but this time was easing. Feeling the urge to say something to God, like, "What? What is it? Do you have something you want to say to me?", I was restrained with the counter thought that maybe I don't need to say anything. And likewise, it suddenly dawned on me that He didn't have anything to say to me. He just wanted to be with me. And so it is between friends. Sometimes the best times are those when nothing is said at all. And for the first time, perhaps ever, I felt like I understood what it meant to "Be still and know that I am...".I see little but the shadows cast from the moon's white light,
I hear nothing but the trees rustling from the wind's soft touch,
I look much deeper from the spirit that woke my solemn rest,
I wait for a word from the friend that asked me to listen tonight.
I hear nothing but the trees rustling from the wind's soft touch,
I look much deeper from the spirit that woke my solemn rest,
I wait for a word from the friend that asked me to listen tonight.
That word came in silence.
Being still,
Being still,
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