the title of this post comes from the psalms....this is the theme of my own experience this time around at the texas monastery in sandia, tx. i went with 32 rowdy people and to be honest i thought that this time would be miserable...i mean on the plane going there im surprised they didn't land the plane because the group was so noisy, but as we got there as a loud group, i did manage to get away and enjoy the stillness....i miss that stillness because so often here in nyc, we are on the constant go. it's that stillness where we hear God speaking to us instead of us always talking. the words of the Bible jump out, the prayers mean more because im just more focused....the first morning i sat in the cold attempting to do my quiet time and i watched the sunrise...another day i sat in the afternoon, also in the cold watching the stillness...i was reading the sermon on the mount that afternoon...and no matter how many times ive read the sermon on the mount, this time i felt God telling me how He wants me to conduct myself as a Christian. it's so easy to say that I am Christian, but if I'm not still, I often drown out God's voice rushing from point A to point B.
i miss that stillness and i long for it everyday since i got back...the last day we were there...the lake had this eerie stillness as if it was a painting, not a real lake...God is truly an author of beauty and He made this world in an amazing way with such detail and precision...I'm reminded again in the gospel of Matthew that God knows the numbers of hair on my head....this to the human brain--the thinking is very limited, but we tend to forget amidst the craziness that God is infinite. It takes getting out of our bubbles to realize that really it's God carrying us in the palm of His hand, not us trying to handle the world on our shoulders...it was peaceful and definitely life changing...
now i try to hold onto that stillness on a daily basis...so that I am once again reminded that God is so loving and infinite and is taking care of me....
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