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Be... Still... Know


This article is from: Daily Wisdom

For everything there is a season. A time to be quiet and a time to speak. Ecclesiastes 3:1-7
I wait quietly before God, for my victory comes from him. Psalm 62:1 (NLT)

First it looked sort of foggy. After the sun burned away the mist, we could see the beautiful hot air balloon. I wondered if it was quiet up there in the basket, under the balloon.

I've not ever been up in one of those, but when I tried paragliding, the noise of the wind currents surprised me. I had totally expected silence.

Quiet. Not an easy thing. A prayer I find myself saying often (maybe too often!) is for my mouth to stay closed at the right times, and not say anything, as well as prayers to say the right thing.

It's difficult for me to be still. Period. I'm a fairly active person. If I'm not up and doing something, I am thinking of what I will do when I do get up and going.

I was reminded, about two weeks after seeing the hot air balloon, about this being quiet thing. We were visiting friends who have a retreat in the North Carolina mountains. As we sat in the very, very silent chapel of QuietReflections, the verse from Psalms 46 came into my mind: "Be still, and know that I am God."

Be. Be still. Then know. Hmm...

Sometimes God speaks loud and clear. This was one of those times.

Thank you Lord, that you care enough about us to get our attention, and speak to us in ways that we can hear you. Help us to hear You today, with the ears of our hearts. In Jesus' name. Amen.

++ a great lesson after what happened...be still and know that He is God that holds us in the palm of His hand......

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