Take the Time to Stop

Well another week has come and gone. This time of year is a busy one for me with finishing up school end projects; so thank you for being patient with my lack of new blog posts.

I was thinking about what I could share today and I realized that probably for the first time in a while, I have come to know my need to be still, quiet and process what Father has been saying to me.

I will however, share part of a conversation I had with my oldest son yesterday. In the moment it sure made me laugh, but then even in that, I believe Father had something profound to say to me.

My oldest is 17 years old, but like his mom, he tends to analyse many things and people (and yes, sometimes gets caught up in the paralysis of analysis). He was thinking about relationships with people, and wondered if there was ever a time when people had nothing more to talk about.

After talking about this for a while, I mentioned that sometimes silence is a sign of becoming (or being) comfortable with someone, and that there doesn't seem to be a need to make conversation.

Without missing a beat he said "Wow, I can see your boss doing that; but YOU Mom? I never thought you would EVER be out of words!"

Yes, we all had a good laugh about that. I do have many words that seem to need to get out. I remember when my babies were young; thinking I was going to die if an adult did not call or come to the door. I had all these words inside needing to get out.

Now that I spend most of my days talking to people, the need to talk at the end of the day, doesn't seem to be there as much. There are actually times of the week where I don't have any more words left - (wow, that's a miracle in itself is what my kids would say). That being said however, much of the time, I do still need to process verbally, and that is ok; for that is how I am made.

After we stopped laughing, I am positive I heard Father whisper, "Now it's time for you to sit in my silence. I want you to rest; stop trying to figure it all out and stop."

He was lovingly telling me to be comfortable with Him, to abide in the midst of this busy time; and to hear what He had to say to me about all these different things that were going on inside my head.

Have you taken time to "stop" lately? Taken time to quietly talk to Father? And more importantly, have you taken time to be still, to hear that still quiet voice?

That's all for now.

Jacqueline