Every morning, I have to quiet the panic of life. It takes several minutes to still my mind and heart from racing ahead into the day....answering the call to "do" and "accomplish". I have to still myself to rest. Ironic, since it is from physical rest that I have just come. But still the tyranny of the urgent seems to be lurking by my bedside, just waiting for me to open my eyes and draw me into its grasp.
“Quiet, quiet,” I tell my soul, as if patting it on its head. And I speak the first words to the Spirit, allowing myself to settle into His Presence with me...always there yet somehow forgotten. I speak to Him directly and thank Him for being there. It is almost as a visible, tangible sigh of relief...like flopping down into an arm chair after a long hard day and laying your head back, putting your feet up and allowing your body and mind to relax.
Be still my soul. Relax into a state of trust. Quiet your mind to put self in His care. Rest on His promise that He is at work.
