On Being Still

Sometimes the hardest thing is to stop moving.

We fill our days with noise — tasks, plans, worries — as if silence were something to fear. But I’ve been learning that stillness isn’t emptiness. It’s where the truest things live.

When I stopped trying to do something with my faith and just sat in it, something shifted. Not dramatically. Not all at once. But enough to notice.

“Be still, and know that I am God.”

I used to read that as a command. Now I read it as an invitation.