Could it be that our frenzied days actually have very little to do with what’s required of us and perhaps instead serve as a mask of our own making?
Yikes. I type that and I read it back and I know this is me.Activity. Productivity. Making my time and my person matter.
There are dozens of ways that I busy my mind and my day that preclude me from sitting within stillness, rested and assured silence, before God. Because stillness — truly opening ourselves to the vulnerability of not having a purpose for this single moment but to be His and to respond to Him with our person and not our productivity — can be terrifying.
Let’s be honest: lengthy times of stillness before God can feel like an absolute free fall. Who am I if I’m not a mother or wife or cook or friend or writer?
Underneath all those layers and the tasks that surround them is the invitation to surrender into this notion:He likes me just because He made me.
{1 John 3:1 See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called children of God.}
