Be Still….So Hard to Do.

Last night was a battle for sleep. You’ve had those nights. Your eyes are heavy and yet they won’t quite make the jump from the land of awake to the place of deep sleep. Just as I would start to doze a bolt of lightening would brighten my bedroom followed 15 seconds later by the crash of thunder. And then, the dogs would begin to howl.

This went on for what seems like hours. I knew I’d be up early this morning. I rarely sleep in. I tossed and turned all night. It’s amazing what your mind can conjure up to keep the mind from slipping into the place it must go each night.

Then I get up this morning, pull out my Streams in the Desert book and it was all about Job and how he needed silence and quiet to still the voices in his head.

There is only so much time in a day. There are only so many things we can truly get done and yet our minds, those voices would tell us it is up to us to do it all. It’s impossible. I know that this morning. My mind is somewhat clear and telling me I must be still and quiet so I can hear God. But where was that sense of calm last night. In the midst of the storm I kept telling my self to be quiet and relax but still I tossed.

It’s funny how a little time, the fresh smell of rain in the air, the calm after the storm a good strong cup of coffee and a message written long ago in a little book I read every morning, can change the day.