Yo-Yo: Roller Coaster (Bummed) - Thursday
Yesterday we talked about the need for stillness in our lives. In my own life I’ve discovered His presence and power most often… in silence. Like the tides that cleanse our shores and launch our ships, launched by the silent, silver moon - so is silence to the soul.
When springtime arrives, it doesn’t come with a trumpet blast or drum roll, it usually comes quietly… a blooming flower, a gentle breeze. If we don’t quiet ourselves, we miss the miracle of it all. God is like that, too. You’ll always find Him where the least noise is. He speaks loudest in solitude… stillness.
Country star Travis Tritt spent many years playing in out-of-the-way joints before he made it big. He says that many of the bars were dangerous, and drunken fans would start fights over the smallest matters. But he discovered a unique way to restore order. He just began to play and sing, “Silent Night.” Genius. “Whenever things got out of hand,” he said, “when the bikers were reaching for their pool cues and rednecks were heading for the gun rack, I would start playing Silent Night. Somehow, people always settled down, even in the middle of July.”
I used to think silence would make me more depressed; now I’ve learned to embrace it, even when I’m sad, especially when I’m sad, for it is there that I rediscover myself and God. It’s counterintuitive, I know. I’m not a doctor and this is not a cure. Please understand that. Will solitude help you? I don’t know, but I do know it helped me, and surprisingly, solitude (not isolation) was a pathway to healing. Sometimes we must embrace the things we fear most… and trust the things that make little sense. Go figure.
So here’s my advice: Sit. Linger. Tarry. Ponder. Wait. Behold. There’s something out there on the horizon for you. It’s called hope.
All is calm,
All is bright.
- Go ahead, sing the whole song, then pray… and if time permits, email me and tell me what you learned.