Sometimes God whispers, “Be still.” Other times, He allows circumstances to still us when we refuse to stop on our own.
My stillness came as a perfect storm: a financial decision I thought would ruin us, the glaucoma diagnosis in my only sighted eye, and the heavy weight of worry. I sank into despair. I stopped talking unless I had to. I lost weight, energy, and joy.
And yet, in that stillness, God was working. He wasn’t absent—He was near. I didn’t hear His voice in dramatic ways. I didn’t feel fireworks of faith. But I learned that His presence isn’t dependent on my emotions.
Healing didn’t come quickly. But it did come. Slowly, my laughter returned. My hope returned. And with it, my ability to see stillness not as a prison, but as a gift.
If life has you cornered, maybe your stillness is holy ground. Pause there. Rest there. You might find that even in silence, God is closer than you think.
Selah 🌿 rest, reflect, renew
