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Be Still

Be still. The words resonated with me as I climbed the hill on my morning walk. Every step added to my angst. My mind whirled with self-loathing, hormonal rage, and annoyance at the dog on the end of the leash who just wanted to spring after each and every bunny she saw. I came home and decided I needed to step back from the world. 

It's okay to put yourself in time out.

 When the world is hurried and we begin to feel overwhelmed perhaps it's our soul crying for some time to be still. 

 It's in the stillness that we are able to listen to the voice that matters most. God beckons us to come to Him and rest. He wants to refresh us with His peace and His song. 

 The laundry can wait.
The dishes can wait.
The television show will still be there.
Facebook isn't going anywhere.

 Today is fleeting. Tomorrow isn't confirmed.

 Take this moment and wait. Be still. Allow His presence to find you and relax in it. 

Don't be afraid to be gentle to yourself. The world and its bustling is relentless in its pursuit of our time and our minds. Do you remember what it was like to spend an afternoon or evening in rest? We tend to only indulge in these moments when on vacation but it's important for our body, minds, and spirits to be quiet and relax. Take in a sunset, go for a walk around your neighborhood, sometimes even sipping a drink slowly instead of rushing through it is enough to relax me. 

The next time you feel the walls pushing in I dare you to step out of the room. Take a moment or an hour, take what you need. Close your eyes or leave them open, surrender the moment and time to the Lord. Let Him refresh you. 

The funny thing about life and time is that it still moves forward. There is nothing we can do to hinder it, so take some of it and use it for good. 

Try it today.  

Just be still. 



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