I am the sort of person who is always driven - always working on a task that needs to be accomplished, and figuring out how I can incorporate something else into the schedule for the day so that my list of things that need to be taken care of gets whittled away. Of course that list never really gets competed as it's always being edited with additions at its end - even while I discard some tasks as unnecessary in order to maintain a reasonable stress level.
As I came out to pray this morning, I realised something. I would probably never stop, never feel the sense of peace and quiet and rest that I get here, if it wasn't for being a Christian and God asking me for some time with him. I don't think I would have just taken up meditation - I doubt I would have felt I had time for it, and my mind would have struggled to find a focus. But God called me, and I am grateful that I heard him. Because this time is healing. Being aware of his incredible goodness and love and kindness melts my stresses away, and my soul finds rest. God says "Be still... and know that I am God." There is beautiful healing in that "knowing".
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