I grew up in suburban Chicago in household that numbered six members. I currently live with my family of five in suburban Atlanta. Frankly neither experience has afforded me a great measure of tranquility. It’s not that I mind usually. In fact I rather enjoy the bustle of life.
This morning I woke up at 4:30 to take Christina to work. Her van needs some work and the shop is within walking distance of our house. Driving on the usually-busy roads before 5:00 am is quite an experience. Almost all the traffic lights are a beautiful green. In the 2.8 miles between our house and Christina’s work I am pretty sure we passed fewer than a dozen other vehicles. Even the early, worm-getting birds were still sleeping.
In this stillness I was reminded of my grandmother’s favorite verse in all of the Bible… the words of the psalmist in Psalm 46:10…
Be still and know that I am God!
I will be honored by every nation.
I will be honored throughout the world.
This morning in the uncomfortable silence I asked myself a question, “What does it mean to be still?” I already know what you’re thinking… the fact that I’m asking myself questions indicates I am already having some issues. For those of us who attempt to live by the Spirit as the Scriptures say, there may be no better way to hear that quiet voice than to be still. Being still means stopping. Being still means listening. Being still is not about words. Being still is not about action. Being still is about emptying me of me so I can be filled with His peace.
This morning… in new ways… I experienced His tranquility.