be still.

It’s hard to be quiet, still, silent

Because in that silence there’s still whispering

That makes you come face-to-face with

Who you are, where you’re wrong, what you’ve done

You relive nightmares and plans gone wrong

Forced to deal with the bitterness and anger in your own soul

You learn things about yourself you wish to forget

But although the silence reminds us of our worst

Silence is also where Hope breathes and Spirit covers

And as you come face-to-face with your

Ugliness, filth, battle scars

Transformation takes place

Suddenly your own insignificance seems perfectly adequate

Because you’re not living through your own adequacy

But His

Your dim past is the perfect set up for a brilliant future

Because if Jesus is the King of Comebacks

What makes you think He doesn’t have a handle on

Your story, your future, His glory?

But your purpose doesn’t reveal itself through striving

No, it comes in quiet

Moments where we learn to listen

Condition us to actually walk with Him

So if you want to be transformed

Come alive, know his will

He simply asks you to come to Him

And be still.