” Be Still, and know that I am God” Psalm 46:10
Some seasons don’t look like rock bottom but feel like it anyway.
No dramatic crisis. No obvious emergency. Just….stillness. A kind of stuck that’s hard to explain to people who are moving.
I’m in one of these seasons right now.
I wake up and the day stretches out in front of me, and I don’t know what to do with it. The dreams are still there – I can see them. I just can’t seem to get to them from here. And that distance between where I am and where I want to be? Some days it feels like miles.
What nobody tells you about healing is how lonely it can be. How much of it happens in a quiet room, just you and God and your thoughts. No fanfare. No witnesses. Just the slow, unglamorous work of becoming.
I used to think standstills were a waste of time. Now I’m wondering if they’re where the roots grow, underneath, invisible, before anything blooms.
God said be still – you’re not finished. Not there yet. JUST STILL. JUST HERE.
I don’t have a tidy ending for this one, just the truth that I’m still here. Still trying. And maybe for today, that’s exactly enough.
If you’re in a quiet season too – you’re not forgotten. You’re not behind. You’re Becoming.
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