Day before yesterday, a friend's email with the words to "Morning Has Broken" re-enforced my sense that all was well in my world despite my lack of mobility. A thick layer of fog obscured my vision outside the house, and the absence of sound from the windchimes on the back porch provided unprecedented silence. The sense of quiet was almost eerie. Yet, I found myself looking forward to the day even though I was not visually or auditorily driven to process information.
It was as though, amid nothingness, the words to Psalm 46:10 came to mind: "Be still and know that I am God." What possibilities intuitively surface from an environment that orchestrate a divine appointment or at least an awareness of God's presence. Would to God that happened more often in my life.
The experience yesterday morning was a stark contrast to the day before. In fact, the perpetual unrelenting sound of windchimes could be heard throughout the night. Whether it was that or the elevated uncomfortable position of my right foot that kept me awake, I don't know. I do know that I didn't sleep much.
As the day wore on, the windchimes continued to add sound to the wind and I found myself a little on edge. There was nothing I could figuratively put my finger on and say, if that was different all would be well. Yet I found myself being held hostage by a minimal level of anxiety.
Truth be told, my need for both days was identical. Whether it is a day where there is the absence of threat or one in which chaos and unrest are just under the surface, the need to be still and know that he is God always serves us best.
All My Best!
Don
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