Know that I am God... and be still.

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

My natural modus operadi is the complete opposite of this. I am not still, ever. I cannot meditate, I can not rest, take a moment. Hectic, frantic, frustrated, impatient. 'Being still' is not so much a nice meditative Psalm for me but an unattainable command. I cannot do it... on my own. Over the last week or so it has become the mantra of my overactive brain. Yesterday during an unusual two hour walk on an unusually beautiful Autumn morning, I had a the joy of experiencing the stillness of my local inlet and estuary at 7am in the morning. The water was silky smooth; the light clean and clear and absent of the intensity of later in the day. Light rested on the hills. It was too early for Saturday morning traffic, so even the roads were unusually quiet.

It was peaceful and calm and serene. Everything I was not. I realised that being still could be a choice, the knowledge of God was all around me, I knew He was there in the sweep of his creative hand, gracing me with the beauty of His creation. I did not feel still, but the knowledge of Him allowed me to 'know' he was God, placing peace in my heart and and my mind. Having first the knowledge of Him allowed me to be still rather than the other way around. And I loved it.