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Be Still

    

 
 What are you doing right now? Grocery shopping, picking up your daughter from ballet, attending a school function, or visiting with friends? Each one of us, at this moment, is moving, sitting, or could literally be sprinting in a marathon. We jump over errand hurdles and shot-put chores. We are sprinting in the marathon of life. If we’re not in a marathon, we are in a horse race of busyness...

We are thoroughbreds at the gate, hooves pounding the dirt, ready to race throughout the day. Thoroughbreds are bred to run and not stop. They are bred to gallop at an intense capacity till they cross the finish line. Their hearts are tested to the limits with each elongated stride. Dust trails flank behind them as they compete for the winner’s circle.

I think we try so hard to receive the garland of roses in the achievement winner’s circle. What are we trying to achieve? Why do we push ourselves so hard to be at every minuscule event? Look at your calendar or planner right now. Is it filled with ink blots of appointments? Is it filled with the colors of the rainbow categorizing meetings, practices, and plays? Are we trying to achieve a social status medal?

Instead of bowing to society, bow to God. Receive the gold medal of peace. Block off a calendar day or maybe two for stillness. We should meditate on God day and night. If we have time to perform for others, we have time to perform spiritual acts. We would be in our prayer closets, highlighting verses in the Bible, and consuming our thoughts with our Father.

Woah! Mustang! Pace yourself before your heart explodes from constant gallops of “I have to be there”. The whispers of God are calling you to the stream of tranquility. Drink refreshing water. Go and rest in Him. Slow your busy life. Take time to walk through forests of Angels. Mend your mind. Mend your heart. Renew your spirit. Rest your hustling hooves. Be still! Rest by the everlasting river. We all need to reschedule appointments, visitations, or cancel minor recreations. Fill dates with God.

He says, “Be still, and know that I am God;
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth.” Psalm 46:10



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