Reflection: I’m not very good at sitting quietly in God’s presence. Because I am an activist, I jiffle with impatience and easily get distracted. As a result, it is sometimes difficult for me to see or hear God clearly.
“Doing things” gives me the illusion that I am significant and that I have a degree of control over life. It is, of course, a false perception, one that the imminent prospect of death shines a light on rather starkly.
Activism is, I have come to realise, a toxic addiction––and deep down, I long to be free of it. I ache for that quiet place––the place I can sit with my Father.
Increasingly, these days, I do enter God’s presence… and am content to be there, without words––or perhaps ‘beyond words’ is a better description. These times have given me a love of resting with God. Certainly, the thought of entering into “God’s rest” eternally, is a beautiful thing to look forward to.
Prayer: My Father, Please forgive my busyness when I should be still. And please forgive my stillness when I should be busy. In all things, I want to know presence. Teach me to sit at your feet and find life. Amen.