Be Still

I find that as my life becomes busier,
the days fly by,
and the clothes pile up on my floor,
and the homework piles up in my brain,
and every moment is just another swipe
on the clock's hand,
another minute gone,
finally,
so I can move on to the next.

But outside of this crazy bubble
is this crazy world of mine.

And the leaves are changing colors
and the sky is brilliantly blue
and here I am,
ignoring it,
too busy to enjoy it,
too selfish to be a part of it.

And all these things that I love are
happening,
now,
they're passing by under the tip of my nose
beneath my gaze,
they're just blowing away.

And how badly I want to stop and see these things for myself,
but it's always too late by the time I realize
I'm chugging along at appalling speeds,
and by the time I slow down enough to
see the world.

But maybe what's really important is not
what's happening in the world,
big and small,
but Who it is that's controlling it all.

Who holds the seasons in His hands,
and makes the earth turn,
and the day become night
and the night become day
yet again.

Who brings us into the new sunrise
every morning,
whether or not we want to be awake,
or in the world,
no matter how busy we think we are,
or how far we think we've fallen from
His grace.

We are here.
And we are His.
And we cannot run from Him.

I just want to take a minute to breath.
To inhale,
To exhale,
To know that He is here,
in my every day and every moment,
in my busy
and in my peace
in my best
and in my worst days,
and that He knows just what He's doing.

He knows the plans He has for us.

So, let us all,

Be still. And know that He is God.

...Love, Anna...