Today follows ‘Blue Monday’ … in the middle of the dark, the cold, winter.
Christmas is now past, summer is so far away. The bills are coming in daily, no hint of funds for vacation. The light has been replaced with dark … even the moon’s light recently eclipsed from view.
The alarm rings early, in the dark, but the body, mind and spirit cry out for more rest, more escape from the dark until the sun’s latent appearance. It is cold, wet outdoors, and we stand, feet planted in our slippers, unmotivated to move beyond the threshold.
We just want to remain … still, unmoved by circumstances or will.
“Be still …”
Two words that can be a directive, a forcing against one’s will, like the dark that forces our day to close, our bodies to tire, our minds to hibernate.
It can also be two words that are full grace, and mercy, and sanctuary.
The rhythm of our lives gives us this seasonal opportunity to naturally be still.
It doesn’t have to be just a season of bleak and barren, of down and depressed, of Netflix and novels.
“Be still
and know that I am God.”
In the still and silent, in the shadows and sadness, He no longer needs to shout for His silent whispers permeate our mind, our souls.
He is here. With us. In the stillness.
And we know it.
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