I
have never been very good at this. Holding still. Or keeping still.
Or landing long enough to enjoy the stillness. As I “mature”, I
actually find myself seeking stillness--or places to be still. The mere thought of the ocean evokes a happy sigh; but, as I currently dwell in West Tennessee, the
beach is not as easily accessible as it once was. So, now, I retreat to
the hammock. The hammock--which is another blog post within itself.
The
hammock forces me to be still--otherwise, I lose my balance. Or risk
falling out. Which, of course, would be a grand source of entertainment
to my family. But, that would negate the whole “seeking stillness”
quest. So, I am learning to hold still. Or to be content with where I
am.
In “The Little Way of Ruthie Leming”, Dreher makes a provocative statement.
“A theologian is not one who knows about God; but one who knows God.”
And, then, the Psalmist drives the point home in chapter 46, verse 10.
“Be still and know that I am God.”
Thus, I have come to the conclusion that what is vital in my life-long pursuit to know God--fully--is to be still. Hold still. Be still. Listen. It’s a work in progress.