Sometimes you just have to be quiet to hear.
That’s hard for me. You? I’m busy even when I’m not busy. If I’m sitting, I’m kicking my leg or tapping my feet. Sit still? Be quiet? It’s sounds great, but that old saying ‘Busy hands are happy hands’ must have gotten hold of me and not let go.
Psalm 139:23 NIV says: Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts.
The writer of that plea was on to something. Granted God can search me and know me even when I’m not being quiet. But how can I hear what He is trying to tell me in all of my noise? Words He wants me to know about my heart condition, words He wants me to know about my anxious thoughts. Words of healing spoken only by a still, quiet voice to my heart. Sometimes through just a feeling, sometimes through His Word I’m reading, sometimes through someone who loves me and cares for me.
Psalm 139:24 NIV goes on to say: See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.
There are offensive ways in all of us. But it’s uncomfortable to acknowledge them and sometimes painful to make changes. But I would rather be led in the way everlasting than stuck in my offensive ways. But how can I be led if I’m busy going my own way? To be led I must be willing to surrender my ways to better ways, His ways. Everlasting means towards our for always destination. That is where I want to be on the road to.
So this life of learning leads me to a knowledge that though I can’t completely grasp it, I can rest and be quiet in the comfort of it: You hem me in – behind and before; you have laid Your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain. (Psalm 139:5-6 NIV) Only if I give a few moments of quiet each day can I rest in the assurance of His surrounding me at all times and in all ways.
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