If you have been around me very long, you will know that I have one (at least) very unpopular opinion. It does not fit well with today’s environment. If you are around me for long, you cannot help but hear about it. In fact I keep coming up with different ways to bring it up. What is it you ask?

The need for quiet. Silence. Quietude. Peace.

It all began with a few Bible verses that read like this –

And to aspire to live quietly, and to mind your own affairs, and to work with your hands, as we instructed you,    1 Thessalonians 4:11

 

If possible, so far as it depends on you, live peaceably with all.    Romans 12:18

 

Finally, brothers, rejoice. Aim for restoration, comfort one another, agree with one another, live in peace; and the God of love and peace will be with you.   2 Corinthians 13:11

 

Oh how I appreciate the quiet times, the still times.  I believe that it is because of them that getting along during this rehab time with my husband has not fractured us, but brought us closer.

There are distractions, maybe more, but I don’t feel like I’m coming apart. The route to being calm may be a little different, but following it, peacefully, quietly, is making it all possible.

 

“Wait in Hebrew means sit down and shut up.”   Benny Hinn (Read on DAILYPS on Facebook)

Be still, means be still.

Slow Your Thoughts

Finding consistent peace doesn’t require the activity of more naturally rational thinking.  The necessary condition for realizing the quality of God’s peace is learning how to slow your thoughts down so that your mental process returns to its God-designed purpose:  Servanthood.

Thought Fragments

It’s an established reality of psychology that the number of thoughts that bombards the average person in Western society is 35-48 fragments per minute.

More on these two thoughts can be found at http://www.garylellis.org/finding-stillness-surrounded-by-chaos/

“Be still and know that I am God.”  (Psalm 46:10)

As I try to “Be still” and capture my thoughts, I wonder how many of those fragments have flown by, and gone just how many of them I can get back. How many were worthy of further thought, and how many are just as well left alone.

I challenge you, and myself, to seek some quiet times. Little pockets of time to capture fragments, and turn them into greatness!