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Be Still

A couple Sundays ago I sat by myself in church again. Little Roo snuggled into my arms, wide awake and vibrant! My handsome husband was up leading worship, and as his gentle voice rang out to our Creator, my heart began to search for God's.

A few weeks ago I asked God to tell me that He loved me, and much to my enjoyment- He did! The response was immediate, before I finished thinking my thought...

Psalm 139: 1O LORD, You have searched me and known me.
2You know when I sit down and when I rise up;
You understand my thought from afar.
3You scrutinize my path and my lying down,
And are intimately acquainted with all my ways.
4Even before there is a word on my tongue,
Behold, O LORD, You know it all.
5You have enclosed me behind and before,
And laid Your hand upon me...
The rest of that Psalm is equally as beautiful.

I sat still for a moment, pondering how I could have known of God my whole life have it not be until that moment that I heard Him speak His love to me. Then I heard Him again, "I will tell you any time you ask Me to."

How 'bout now?
"I love you."

...now?
"I love you."

Without pause, He answered me.

Back to me and Roo. Normally she sleeps through church, but this particular week she was wide awake. As I stared down at her vibrant little eyes, the noise and bustle of the hundred-or-two people around me began to fade. She sucked on her binkie, the rest of her body at rest, and stared at me. She stared and stared at my face, drinking me in with her eyes.

It struck me that God holds ME like that- He is the warm arms around me, and His face is always bent toward mine. He holds me and waits for me to look up at His face, to rest and drink Him in like Roo was doing with me.

Psalm 46:10 "Be still and know that I am God..."

Let us turn our eyes upon Jesus... and let the things of earth grow strangely dim in the light of His glory and grace.

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