Every so often I feel the way I feel today: wanting to get beyond where I am now — believing I can — yet here I remain. Not. Getting. Anywhere.
I strain against these chains I didn’t ask for. I wear myself out in the fight.
All the time, God is trying to whisper into my plagued heart: Be still, child, and know that I am God — the same who has held the earth in My hand since the beginning (Psalm 46:10, with embellishment).
Several years ago I wrote the prayer below, and I included it in my minibook Uncage My Brave: Pray Brave, Fly Free. Routinely, I fall back on this prayer, the title of it if nothing else, and I remember the way God showed up in that original situation.
I remember why I hold onto the hope He will move again. Because He always does. Because He is God, just as He says He is. Continue reading “The courage to be still”