It’s Sunday, for some a day of rest. It doesn’t matter who you are. In your heart, you long for a lasting rest. We are always searching for it, for a way to be filled up. And on Sundays I journal about rest. Won’t you breathe and read slowly and think on this one thing? Won’t you stay and be still with me for a few spectacular, ordinary moments? 

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The waves seem to push you back, saying stay. Be still. Though all of life pecks and cries at you, this remains. Be still.

Breathe in clean air. See the beauty of birds flying low over the water, up over waves and down behind them. See the waves collide with splashes like watery lace. These things go on. They go on, like the God of time goes on outside of it.

Your moments are brief and scattered if you never stay and be. Time, like this fog, keeps us from seeing what’s on that horizon. But look, there is light above it.

The light is never extinguished, though at times it dims here under clouds and nightfall. Listen to the water rhythm and let yourself be, for now.

God-over-time is the one who does. He does, and you should be.  Be, first, before you do. Before, and after, and during. Your breath can be like the waves – in, out, steady, slow.

When we’re tempted by calls to busy-ness, He tells us to know He is God, and He will take care of things. Be still.