Large. Busy. Crazy. Thousands and thousands of people crammed into a metro (subway) car. The endless cacophony of car and bus horns. Stillness is not something that comes easily in Mexico City, one of the largest cities in the world.
It’s been two months since I moved back to the tiny, unbusy, calm New England town. My entire town could easily fit in one Mexican neighborhood. Surely stillness would be easier to find here. Right?
Right. If anything, stillness seems even further away. As if to make up for the lack of outside noise, the inward chatter increases in intensity. You know what I’m talking about. Those nagging thoughts. The worry. Temptations. And the more I try to quiet the thoughts and just be still, the more they beg for my attention.
Be still and know that I am God. Be still. Cease striving. I think I like that translation better. Cease striving. Cease trying. Just know. Know that He is God. He is God. That is what matters.
Here him speak:
Finances? I am God.
Family? I will be exalted.
Temptation? I am God. I have given you victory.
Father God, you know how much I struggle with stillness. I’m a doer, a striver by nature. I don’t want that to be my nature anymore. God, teach me to rest in you. Teach me to come to you as a little child. Daddy, for tonight, I choose to cease striving and just know. I choose to know you tonight. Calm my restless thoughts. Please hold me and teach me to rest.