Caught up? Good. Start my egg timer. The prompt is STILL.
“I will give you one hundred thousand dollars if you will just SIT STILL FOR FIVE MINUTES!!!”
Be still. Be still and know that I am God. Why can’t my kids get it? Why can’t they understand that if they could just slow down, just stop, just take a breath, just BE STILL, they would find wonder. They would, I know it. They would find wonder.
Like I do. When I am still, I find wonder. When I am still, I remember that God is God. I really do, I know it. I know. God is God. God is good. God knows what’s going on. God knows that my husband has been gone for four months, and he’s got another two or three left. God knows that I probably spanked a little too hard too much today. God knows that if I would have just stood still- just for a second, just for a whisper of a breath- if I had just been STILL, I could have remembered that I am all they have. They have teachers, and friends, and family that love them, but in the end, at the end of the day, in the stillness in the dark, I am their world. I’m the only thing standing between them and the horror of the unknown, the chaotic, confusing world that is the Real World.
But why can’t they just be still? Just once? Just for one minute? Because I KNOW that if they would just BE STILL, they would get a tiny glimpse of what I see when I am still. And what I see is amazing. And if-