It’s almost here. That season of to-do-lists, to-get-lists, to-bake-lists, to-go-to-lists, to-morrow-maybe-it-will-get-done-lists. That season when shopping malls and department stores fill your mailbox with colorful flyers beckoning you to come TODAY to the “best” and “only” and “biggest” sale of the year… every. single. day. from. now. ‘til. the. day. after. Even Black Friday is trying her hardest to turn our beloved Thursday black too.
Cards need sent and photos need taken and mantles need decorated and porches need lit and parades need watched and invitations need mailed and cookies need sprinkled and gifts need wrapped and carols need sung and shoeboxes need filled and parties need hosted and there is no break from the laundry needing folded and the suppers needing crockpotted and the showers needing de-soap-scummed and the floors needing vacuumed and the bills needing paid. There are chorale concerts and band concerts and church programs and choir practices and office parties and youth group parties and secret Santa parties and club parties and family get-togethers with your Great Uncle’s family on his side and your 2nd cousin’s daughter’s family on your side.
There will be days where you wouldn’t change one thing and it will all feel worthwhile and you will put your head on the pillow feeling better for having done it all and there will be days where you will wonder if any of it really mattered and maybe shooting yourself in the foot would feel better than tackling one more list or going to one more event.
And with all that coming with only a few more flips in my daytimer, I find it amazing and just like God to place me in a circle of sweet ladies just yesterday, where we were asked to right down on a notecard what comes to our mind when we hear this verse:
“Be still and know that I am God” Ps. 46:10
You just sighed, am I right? Your shoulders just dropped a little and you let your body settle back into its bones and you took a longer and deeper breath than you did just three minutes ago when you clicked on this link, am I right?
And so around the circle we went, sharing what we had written on our cards and what would then be hopefully written on our hearts and souls and doorframes and pillows and steering wheels to help and get us through the season ahead.
“I think of a small child being held safely in a grown-ups arms” one lady shared and we all sighed again because who doesn’t like to feel held by one who can make it all feel better? Another lady shared, as her eyes grew damp, how God gave her this verse when she had to have a hysterectomy over 20 years ago. And 20 years later she can still remember how it felt to “be still and know” when the “what-ifs” and the “what could have been’s” tried to fill her with anger and fear. And another one mentioned how this verse makes her look UP and realize how very BIG her God is and how that helps her to “be still and know”. Two others gals broke it down to three parts and three key words.
And isn’t that beautiful that no matter what and no matter who or where or when or why, at the end of it all we can “Still. Know. God.” And another shared how she too clung to that very verse when going through difficult days and another mentioned how she is not often “still” but how refreshed she is when she takes the time to quiet herself and “be still and know that I am God”.
God’s timing is perfect. I mean, I’m not gonna lie…I love the excitement and the wonder of the season almost as much as my 8-year-old boy. In fact, even the snowflake-shaped Ritz cracker displays in the grocery stores this time of year make me all giddy. And the choices of coffee creamers – aaaahhh!!! Peppermint Mocha and Pumpkin Pecan and Snickerdoodle and Sugar & Spice and Gingerbread Latte and I don’t even drink coffee and I still love reading all the flavors in the dairy case. And the tree-shaped-towers of regular Ginger Ale mixed in with the Cranberry Ginger Ale to make a beautiful fizzy red and green pattern?? Don’t. Even. Talk. About It. (wink, wink)
But oh how I need that reminder to “be still”.
May I “be still” long enough to see HIM this Christmas season. May I “be still” long enough to enjoy my family. May I “be still” long enough to see what HE might have for my day. May I “be still” long enough to know.
To know that HE is God. That baby lying in a manger. That One who left his home in glory to be born in a barn. That Christmas baby who would grow up and choose to go to the cross for MY sins.
May I “be still” long enough to know that it is HE.
That mangered baby is my God and he wants me to “be still”.
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