Now then, stand still and see this great thing the LORD is about to do before your eyes.
— 1 Samuel 12:16
I live at the end of a dusty country lane, lined with trees and bordered by bucolic fields that wave happy green greetings every morning. It is a still, calm world, this one here on the farm.
But when I’m at the wheel of this life, it feels like I live on a freeway. And who can ever see God doing His wonders when we’re zipping through life at 70 miles per hour?
How will I see the holy, on the highway? I need to slow — so I can behold the sacred, in the stillness. Does anyone know where I can find the nearest rest-stop?
I want to slow the pace, follow the way of Christ, the One who never seemed in a hurry.* His pace was Peace. He took the backroads. He stopped at wells, lingered long with friends.
Iwant to walk like my Savior. I want to keep step with my God.
And sometimes that means I need to do this: Just. Stand. Still.
Samuel said it. “Now then,” he said. “Stand still and see this great thing the LORD is about to do before your eyes!”
I don’t think Samuel was talking about body posture, but rather about the fixed attention of the eye. The posture of the mind.
God is the ever-present, almighty Living God. And He is here. Always, right here. But I can’t see God at work — nor can I witness the wonders — when life is a racing blur toward the finish line.
Let’s take a deep breath this weekend, shall we? Let’s pull over at the freeway rest stop and linger long. Let’s still the heart and the mind and focus the eye.
Take notice, dear one. The LORD is about to do a great thing before our eyes. Let’s stand still and see what it is.
Photo Illustration: Anna and Binoculars, using Picnik.
Today, I am again participating in The Gypsy Mama’s Five-Minute Friday prompt, in which writers are encouraged to write for five minutes about one word. I’m not very good about following the rules, because once again, it took me eight minutes to write! Care to participate with The Gypsy Mama? Click here!
Today’s writers were encouraged to write on this one-word prompt: still.Here’s how Five-Minute Friday works, according to The Gypsy Mama: “On Fridays around these parts we like to write. Not for comments or traffic or anyone else’s agenda. But for pure love of the written word. For joy at the sound of syllables, sentences and paragraphs all strung together by the voice of the speaker. We love to just write without worrying if it’s just right or not. For five minutes flat.”