THURSDAY THOUGHTS: Be Still and Know that I am God

Photo by Lois Flores

was recently asked if I could “Be Still” for a while and await an answer
regarding a job.  I replied, “Well, I can
tell you it is part of Psalm 46:10 and the entire Psalm starts out with
telling us that God is our refuge and strength. 
But to actually put it in to practice, nope, I can’t do that.”  Fortunately my potential employer chuckled
along with me, also knowing that waiting isn’t easy.

you’re single, your income is it.  You’re
not a supplemental income alongside your spouse’s to help with extra
expenses.  You’re not a comparable amount
to be part of the monthly budget.  You
are it!

I find that scary. 

I find it an exciting opportunity to see how God will work things out. 

still…and know that I am God…

I find it frustrating. 

I find it a good way to trust God.

Be still…and
know that I am God…

I want to make a phone call and get things rolling.

I just want to sit at His feet and watch Him work.

Be still…and
know that I am God…

not just “knowing” that He is God.  I
have to “let” Him be God.  It’s the
difference between reciting Psalm 46 and believing it and trusting Him enough
to live it out. 

joke around with friends and say, “This is the year I marry money!”  My Portland to Coast team would like extra
money to buy a van, team T-shirts, a cushy hotel and massage in Seaside after
the race.  But until I find that rich
husband it just isn’t going to happen. 
But in reality, I have found someone…

found Him while I was being still enough to know
Him and then let Him be God.

A Noise by Any Other Name

I was playing Kings in the Corner with my parents the other night.  It’s a fun little tradition we have and that night it was just the three of us.  There is no skill whatsoever involved in this card game.  That evening I won 4 hands, Mom 2 and Daddy one.  It’s on those nights I say the game may involve some skill.  We were having our usual enjoyable time when, after a few hands, I started making a rather obnoxious noise. 
Now those of you who know me well can attest to the fact I have a habit of doing such things unconsciously, and quite innocently I might add.  Had my sisters or any of my friends been there they would have commented on it the first time I uttered the strange string of sounds.  And they most definitely would have put a stop to it had I gone on for too long.
This particular noise was a new one for me and a difficult one to describe.  Normally I would just burst into song because of something someone said.  Or I’d make a brief sound effect mimicking some racket in the room.  But that night it was a strange, throaty chant I kept making over and over again.  I have no earthly idea why, so don’t bother asking.
After I few minutes, I finally became aware of what I was doing.  I looked up at my parents and they were busily planning their Kings in the Corner strategy.  Surely they were hearing this.  Daddy is 93 and needs a hearing aid but for heaven’s sake even he should be able to hear my strange gurgling.  Mother didn’t even glance up.  So of course that challenged me to make the sound even louder and more obnoxiously.  Still there was no reaction.
Finally, when I could take it no longer, I asked why I wasn’t irritating them to the point of kicking me out.  They had no idea what I was talking about.  I then proceeded to make the noise for them.  They began laughing, and my sweet mother said, “Oh honey, we started tuning you out years ago. We don’t even notice things like that anymore.”
Parents are a strange and special breed.  It takes a certain unconditional love, that’s for sure.  Since I never married and had children of my own I often wonder what kind of parent I would have been.  Hopefully I would have been the kind that let my daughter win at silly card games and loved her in spite of any annoying quirks.
Question:  Any habits you have that others may or may not tolerate?