Stand Still

A warm breeze standing beside the ocean that whips through your hair and calms your heart. The view of mountains for miles and miles at the top of a long and difficult hike. The satisfying knowledge that there is something bigger then you, with far more power than you could imagine is in control of the universe. The fact that when you go to sleep, the world continues to run, you do nothing and yet, when you wake up everything is at it should be.
"BE STILL, AND KNOW THAT I AM GOD."
These moments are remarkable. They are the kind of moments that you wish you could frame and remember forever. When you truly feel at peace, you are still, and you know that God is indeed, who He says He is. So you stand still, smile, and rest in this all consuming peace that you have found within your soul.
Here I stand, still, but not at peace. I know very well that God is in control and has great plans. However, I am not on the side of the ocean or at the top of a mountain, or even at the end of a long journey where God was truly present in my life. I am at a crossroad. I am neither here nor there. I feel stuck. It is a whole different kind of still. It is the kind of still that makes you want to run into the ocean pulling at your hair. The kind that makes you stand on top of the mountain and simply scream in shear horror at where you are. I have lost sight of the beauty, and all that remains is stillness and my own thoughts. Now that alone should make me pull my hair out.
What I am discovering though, is that in this crazy, psychotic, get me out of here now kind of still, God remains. He is preparing my heart for the climb ahead. He is giving me a resting period to relax and not stress, yet in my time of no stress, I stress because I think I should be stressed. There I go again.
"BE STILL, AND KNOW THAT I AM GOD."
He is the same God in Colorado, in Georgia, in Alabama, and wherever else He may send me. He remains, and when I am still I am reminded that He is God and I am His.