Stillness does not come naturally to me. Some part of me is always touching, thinking, scratching, picking, stroking, without even thinking about it, moving. My mind whirls away, an overwound spring chasing thoughts, one after another, like hummingbirds from one flower to the next. As exhausting as it is (you would think I would stop and rest), the stillness evades me. Within the stillness, which I cannot hear through the thrumming of my never-ending flights, lies the Voice of God. That Voice that did not speak in the storm, but in the moment of quiet. I heard that Voice today when for a short second I must have paused, my mind moving to the things of God, in the mundane, in the privacy of my littered car, "Do you think I will ever give up on you?"
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