What do see when you hear the word stillness?
The first thing that comes to my mind is the motion of cold streams flowing through the California mountains. The echo of birds, crackling branches, the smell of earth, and the taste of fresh air. A happy childhood memory that impressed me so that it became embedded in my mind.
I guess it’s kind of an oxymoron to see motion in stillness. But the stillness I see can only come in the stopping of my own motion. It’s seeing what lies beyond the veil of our busy lives. It reminds me of who I am, where I come from, what’s important, and where I long to be.
Oh, I’d like to go back to those California mountains someday, but where I truly long to be is in the stillness of His presence, where all motion comes into view.