It came to me over lunch, baby carrots, blackberries, and tiny purple potatoes. I was reading, underlining a sentence I wanted to think about later.
Later. When later?
I took a deep breath and took another bite, letting the blackberry jewels burst against the roof of my mouth and the sweet juice fill every corner. I always mean to be part of the slow food movement but my life doesn’t let me. It is enough that I am a part of the whole food movement and it has to do for this season. Slow food, like slow reads and slow moments, take time and time is a luxury in these days.
And it came to me then: still. I thought the word for 2013 was going to be ask, but what if God was asking me to stop asking and just be still? What if He was saying, “Enough already, I’ve heard you, you persistent widow, you poor and needy, I’ve heard you. I’m on my way. Now be still.”
Someone told me once a quote he’d heard, “Single men run better with a heavy load,” and I couldn’t help but feel it was applicable to me. I know how long stretches of idleness go for me and they never go well. I run better with a heavy load.
But what if God is pulling off the heavy load I’ve piled on, and asks me to stand still while He does so? Will I stand, like the child getting her shoes tied or the old man getting his hair cut or the woman waiting at the window, still?
I think about Still all afternoon. It smacks of someone left behind, but in its fullness, isn’t Still also something that is constant and steady, still going, still faithful? Isn’t Still an image of beautiful life frozen in time? Isn’t Still the act of being calmed, stilled? I have never wanted to be left behind and it is mostly all I have felt my whole life (Those are honest words, but God is Still faithful to me.), but what if being Still is the way God brings something beautiful to me?
What if this year He wants to be the Deliverer instead of me the offering?
What if this year He wants to be the Servant instead of me the savior?
What if this year He wants to be on the move on my behalf instead of me on His behalf?
What if this year, Still?