Yesterday I hopped into a strangers car and took off. Destination: Victory. Purpose: to visit family and to hang out with a group that came up from Ohio to work with my church, the church in Victory, and my old High School on their retreat this week. Result: I was reminded why I love this place. I haven’t been here in about a year and half. My uncle and his family live out here and some of my fondest memories have taken place in this cozy house snuggled up to a majestic mountain with an ancient pond in the front yard and moose that run wild through the yard almost every evening when the sun begins to disappear. During the winter we would skate on the frozen pond and sled down the enormous hill that runs right up to the stables. In the spring we would watch the snow melt and use the moist snow to form snow forts and snowballs. In the summer we would four wheel down to the river and roast hot dogs and smores. And in the fall we would pick blueberries and harvest the garden in preparation for a long, cold winter.
One of my favorite memories, however, took place when the rest of the family wasn’t around and it was quiet at the house. I climbed the wooded hill overlooking the pond and made myself comfortable amid the moss and fallen logs. I curled up with a book and read. It was lovely.
I’m beginning to realize that the less time I have for peace and quiet, for me the less time I am away from people (be it friends, family, or strangers), the less time I have to be still and to know that God is great and is good and is bigger than I can imagine. So often I forget to let God speak. I talk, and don’t wait for a response. How often am I still, knowing that God is who He says He is, trusting in is promises and listening for His voice? Here where it is quiet and peaceful, it’s easier for me to be still and quiet and to listen for His voice.
How will you silence yourself and listen for God’s voice today?
Psalms 46
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