Being Still

Being Still is doing something. It is trusting, loving God enough to sit back and watch Him work. But where I have gotten confused over the years is taking James 2:22-25, believing that to be a “doer” of the word meant pouring myself out until I was replete. Merely listening is shallow faith. But doing is follow- through faith. So how does this look when I need stillness?

One autumn afternoon last year, I came home after school, made myself a cup of hot tea, and sat out in my swing in my back yard. I met God there, talked to Him, asked Him what He wanted me to do because I was so tired from all the do-ing and didn’t know how to do the be-ing. That is when the tree tops began to rustle in the gentle breeze and I heard God’s voice answer my question in my heart’s ear: “You be the tree that is planted in me and I will be the breeze that blows through the leaves. Be still,” Psalm 46:10.

That is when I realized that being still is doing. to trust God with all my heart and lean not on my own understanding and follow, walking with Him, breathing with Him, is doing something. And all throughout Biblical text, He repeats this, over and over. I am to go to Him, rest in Him, draw near to Him, seek Him first… then He will move me, guide me, work around me, but being still is a necessity. It is only in this stillness that I can truly experience God, feel Him, smell Him, taste Him, hear Him, and see Him. The being should be the doing.

 

2 thoughts on “Being Still

  1. I told you about my grandmother – what an inspiration she continues to be, though she died decades ago. She played and sang this song, which came to mind when I read your post:
    IN THE GARDEN – words & music by C Austin Miles

    I come to the garden alone,
    While the dew is still on the roses;
    And the voice I hear,
    Falling on my ear,
    The Son of God discloses.

    And he walks with me
    And He talks with me,
    And He tells me I am his own;
    And the joy we share as we tarry there,
    None other has ever known.

    He speaks and the sound of His voice
    Is so sweet the birds hush their singing;
    And the melody that He gave to me
    Within my heart is ringing.

    And he walks with me
    And He talks with me,
    And He tells me I am his own;
    And the joy we share as we tarry there,
    None other has ever known.

    I’d stay in the garden with Him,
    Tho’ the night around me be falling,
    But He bids me go;
    Thro’ the voice of woe
    His voice to me is calling.

    And he walks with me
    And He talks with me,
    And He tells me I am his own;
    And the joy we share as we tarry there,
    None other has ever known.

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