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Yesterday's Lent Challenge Prompt was "still". This is what I came up with. Still: I've been thinking about the meaning of this one for a couple of days. The Hebrew root of "be still" is "let go". I've been drawn to a few verses. Psalm 37:7 Be still and wait patiently on the Lord. Oh how I struggle with this. Pretty much every word. Wait?? Patient?? Still? Currently I'm 1 year into my depression. 1 year. I'm very impatient. This isn't how it was meant to be. I started off being still. Letting go was what started this. I waited on the Lord, to begin with. My sense of timing and His are obviously out of sync! Psalm 46:10 "Be still and know that I am God" Let go, rest. God has it in hand. I don't often feel still. My body is often still. My mind never is. My mind is full of 'what if'. It's like I could do with reprograming. Getting rid of all the useless files and reloading with the simplest software. Just this one truth. Know that I am God. Finally, 1 Kings 19:12 which I reflected on the other day. God's still small voice. Not in the earthquake, not in the fire. Just a whisper. Today I was still. The first time for a while. In a room full of people. I was still. Not for long. Tears and anxiety and memory kept popping in, but for a short while I was still. I was in the presence of God. I was, momentarily resting in Him. I was praising Him and knowing Him. Today, just for a few minutes, I was still.
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