A few weeks ago someone I consider close said something hurtful to me. I cannot stop thinking about it. It was one of those things the more I think about it, the more it bothers me.
Be still…
My grandpa had a quintuple bypass surgery. I’ve been so scared to lose him. I am not ready for that.
Be still…
I feel our lives have been so busy. We can’t get caught up on the little things.
Be still…
I am not sure why, maybe from busyness, there’s a loneliness creeping in.
Be still…
I know not everyone will agree, but there seems to be so many changes in the world and I don’t like them.
Be still…
So many I know and love are hurting.
Be Still…
(The list goes on and on.)
But then, I think of my kids and how much they mean to me.
There’s the stillness…
Their faces lit up when their dad, my husband pulled into the driveway.
There’s the stillness…
I hear my husband’s laugh.
There’s the stillness…
Our nighttime routine, our family prayers, our ever-growing traditions, our love.
There’s the stillness
I look and see my completely marked up (falling apart) bible.
There’s the stillness…
My knowing when I’m scared, or when someone is hurtful toward me, when life gets crazy, or when I worry about loved ones, when I miss loved ones, or when Satan tries pulling me down I know where to turn. I know because He whispers to me…
Be still and know that I am God. (Psalm 46:10)
Through the Stillness 
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