I rested in the dark, with only the flickering of the candle against the black walls and the flickering of lightning against the black night to give glimpses of texture and beauty in that space.
It was peaceful, still. Yes, somehow still, despite the storm. The lightning and thunder, rain and wind sang and danced together outside, but there on the couch felt still. And this came to mind: "Be still, and know that I am God." I realized I'm not still enough. Not quiet and by myself enough. And I begged myself to remember this moment and how I felt, to make time to be still and quiet more. More.
I have trouble settling down at night. I guess I've developed bad habits over the last few years with kids and their wacky night schedules, but now that they're finally going to sleep at a pretty normal time, my body hasn't quite caught up. Maybe the answer for finding some real rest, physical and emotional, lies in that stillness that I discovered late on a Wednesday night in the front corner of my house, after all my people were already tucked in bed and sound asleep. So I'll ask myself again, with great insistence to please keep working for a little corner here and there to rest and pray, to listen and be still.
^^On our walk the other night^^