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At the age of five I was told I had the potential to
become an author one day. My first book was to be titled “ One Thousand and
One Ways To Sit In a Chair.” Followed by its sequel “One Thousand
and One Ways To Fall Out of a Chair.” The only problem I would face in
this career path would be staying in a chair long enough to write it all down.
Throughout my life not only could I be seen bouncing from one place to the
next with an unmatched flare for chaos, but in almost every respect,
perpetual motion has been a theme for me.
While this desire for movement
has been a driving force in my life, I never took notice of it until it
met and clashed with my desire to know God. Now don’t get me wrong,
sometimes this want for perpetual motion has landed me exactly where I needed
to be and there have been numerous times where I have felt God calling me
to move which I promptly responded to. Reflecting on my life it was
in those seasons that God called me to move where I have felt the most joy
and been a part of some really wonderful stuff. Moving forward in our
lives and in seasons of our lives is a good thing, no surprises there, but
what about when God calls us to be still?
Back to where I started, it may sound really weird but a
lot of my childhood memories revolve around chairs (or falling out of
chairs to be more truthful). One such memory, the place, time, and the
person concerned for my well-being, are all interchangeable because of how
frequently this happened, but for the sake of this particular post we’ll
use what I like to call “The Time at the Crowded Restaurant.” My family,
like most, really enjoyed going out to eat on occasion. The restaurant
was usually nicer and before we left the house my siblings and I got the
whole “Be on your best behavior” speech which generally meant don’t be too
loud and sit still. I secretly think the speech was just for me but was
said to all three of us so I didn’t feel singled out, because my sisters
never really had a problem following that simple request. We got to the
restaurant and it was pretty crowded so unless we wanted to wait for over
an hour for our typical booth seats, we were given the option (probably to
my parents dismay)to sit at a table with chairs. The second we were all
seated I did what I do best and began to fidget and move around in my
chair. After just a few minutes I had successfully knocked over two
glasses of water and received numerous concerned looks from the staff all
the while my father was persistently telling me “If you would just sit
still you could avoid this mess!” When the food finally arrived and I had
managed to steer clear of any further disruptions I was feeling pretty
good. So good in fact I started joyfully rocking my chair back and forth
to a little victory song playing in my head. My dad took notice of that
and quickly reminded me to not tip my chair. I stopped but without even
thinking I started tipping my chair back and forth only moments later,
right as the waiter walked around the table to set my food down. I
remember it playing out almost as if in slow motion. The waiter reaching
out in front of me with a plate of mashed potatoes, my chair tipping back
just a little too far, my hands frantically reaching out in front of me to
grab the table, and when I missed it, the chair, myself, and the plate of
potatoes I had managed to grab instead, tumbling to the floor. In my head all I
could hear was my father’s mantra from that evening “If you would just sit
still you could avoid this mess.”
Looking back at the most challenging and difficult seasons
of my life I remember them like I remember that moment. When it comes to
teetering precariously between trusting God and tumbling into a pit that I
like to call life my way, more often than not I find myself looking up from
the floor covered in potatoes. God calls us to act and to follow Him but He
also calls us to be still and know Him. While dashing into whatever He
wants me to do and wherever He calls me to go comes easily, trusting Him in
times where He calls me to be still has been a struggle for me. In the end
though, when I have had enough of my way and I’m finally still, I can
honestly say those are the times when I feel the closest to Jesus. When I
spend considerable amounts of time and energy solely focusing on Jesus and
knowing Him, growth, understanding, and peace naturally follow.
The past
few months of my life have been one of those times where God is calling
me to be still and trust in His plan for my life. It’s been
challenging to say the least and I have definitely fallen flat on my face
more than a few times but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t thankful for
this time to simply be still and know God. I have never had an opportunity
to spend such a great length of time to just focus on God and forget the rest.
I am so excited for what God has planned next for me but I feel so
incredibly blessed, (even through the challenges) for a time of growth,
understanding, peace, and stillness with an incredible God.
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