Quiet

Every so often the Lord has to take me to a place that I have visited before. Every so often He has to remind me of the things that He has shown me before. Sometimes He has to whisper to me Words He has spoken before. And that’s ok…I’m so thankful that He loves me enough to give me reminders. I’m so thankful that He loves me enough to whisper to me. He speaks to me.

“Cease striving and know that I am God…” Psalm 46:10 (NAS)

It seems that over the past year or two God has been showing me beauty in the quiet. He is showing me that I need to be still.

He reminds me not to neglect the yield sign. Why, oh why, do I blast on so often full speed ahead and neglect those yield signs?

I must yield to Him and cease striving in order to see Him. To worship Him. To know Him. I must decrease, He must increase. Just this week God has given me yet another reminder…and, honestly…I haven’t had much to say. And, you know what, that is ok. In fact, sometimes it is more than OK, it is what He asks of me.

Stop rushing around. I hear God saying, “Stop talking/reading/writing about me and be with me.” Stop running. Stop. Cease striving. Be still and know Him.

For me, I can’t know Him if I’m so busy doing everything else that I don’t have time for Him. I can’t know Him if I’m not with Him. I can’t know Him if I’m so full of myself that there is no room left for Him.

Lord, help me. Be merciful to me. It seems that I find myself praying this often…more of You, less of me. But once again, I plead…more of You, less of me.