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Being Still

In Limiting God

By Gayle Raif
Dec. 15, 2015 at 12:15 p.m.


                                                                                Being Still

Well, it happened again.  I was on my way to church, driving on the south loop, near the railroad overpass that seems as if it will never be finished.  As usual, although I wasn’t running late, I was pushing it to get to church on time.  Just as I neared Hwy 31, the crossing guards came down; a train was approaching.  This is the third time in as many weeks this has happened.

I sat there, steaming and getting antsy because now I would be late.  My muscles were tensed and my foot was tapping the floor.  Actually, that behavior seems rather usual for me.  I have a very hard time just sitting still.  Unless one of my two favorite TV programs is on, I can’t even be still to enjoy any others.  Usually I’m doing something with my hands—playing cards, knitting or crocheting, playing games on my computer.  

Unfortunately that is usually the way I converse with God.  I find I talk with Him the most when I’m driving.  But just to sit and take a chunk of time to pray, I can’t do.  God knows me well.  When He has something to say to me, He tells me to go sit down.  Sometimes I argue that I don’t have time to do that, but He becomes more insistent until I finally head for my favorite chair.  I’m so glad when I take this little bit of time to be still and know that He is God.  He had a lot to tell me that I would have missed if I hadn’t finally obeyed.

I was reminded of these times as I was waiting for the train finish its journey across the road.  What was I accomplishing, I chastised myself, by getting so upset?  It didn’t make the train go any faster.  And I certainly was harming myself physically and mentally.   If I didn’t change my viewpoint quickly, I wouldn’t be in a mood to worship once I got to church.   I probably would be snippy with some of my friends.  If I had little children, I probably would be short with them.  That’s not the way I want to be.  So I have a choice:  I can learn to relax and let God’s love flow over and through me, or I can do it my way and be miserable. 

 

 

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