TIME IS

TIME IS

TIME IS

The tick of the clock. The chime of the bell. The blink of the eye. The breath in and out. The sting of death. The tear on the cheek at the graveside. The first kiss. The first step down the aisle as a bride. The first steps of a child. The smile of a new born baby. The laughter of a grandchild. The raising from the water of baptism. The next birthday on the calendar. The song from the lips. The time spent with a loved one. The time you are singing and having fun at Bible camp and the next minute, fighting for your life because of a flood.

I have a big birthday this month. One day it just “hit” me that I was approaching my last years on this earth. A rude awakening! I have been doing a study about David from the Old Testament. 2Samuel 5:4 reads “David was thirty years old when he began to reign, and he reigned forty years.” So, he was approximately 70 years old when he died of natural causes. Psalm 90:10 reads “The days of our lives are seventy years; and if by reason of strength they are eighty years…” Earlier in history, Abraham died when he was 175 years old. (Genesis 25:7-8) Methuselah was 969 when he died! (Genesis 5:27) I am thankful we don’t live quite that long. But we all know that deaths’ sting can happen to any age. I remember one time when my husband was in the emergency room, I saw a teenager friend from church, who was there with his buddy. I was concerned of course that he was there in the emergency room. His buddy had done something that teenage boys like to do and broke his leg. My friend then said, that they were young, nothing was going to happen to them!

This last week, we have watched the devastation of the flood in Texas. So many precious children and counselors who were at a Bible camp, got swept away and died. What a tragedy! When those parents left their kids at camp, they had no thoughts that would be the last time they would see them on this earth. Three of my grandkids have gone to Bible camp this week. A precious friend, from the church I attend, has been at Bible camp this week. I have been praying hard for them this week. Death has no time span. Death affects the young and the old. Death has no respecter of age.

When I read about the approximate age David was when he died and I started looking at scripture that talk about the aged, there are so many! Let’s look at just a few.

Psalm 92:14 reads “They shall still bear fruit in old age; they shall be fresh and flourishing.” My uncle Jerry, when he was in his 80’s, the congregation he attended, stopped using him as a teacher of any of the classes and did not let him get in front to preach, pass communion or even lead a prayer. He had his doctorate from college. He was well versed in scriptures. He had been a deacon and then an elder. He had preached many times to several different churches. A man of so much knowledge and wisdom, they just set him aside! When he was telling me about it, he was so sad that they had just pushed him away.  That set of men who did that, I wonder if they will have to answer for that on judgment day? They lost an amazing man’s ability to teach and help in so many different ways. My 91-year-old dad, who sits in a wheelchair at church services, is asked to read scripture and say prayer during services, at the church we attend. The men bring the microphone to him and when he finishes, they take it back. He can’t stand to do the many things he has done in years gone by, but he is allowed to use his ability to show an example, that no matter how old you are, you can still contribute to services. After church, a friend wheels him to the vestibule and people and little ones, talk to him as they are leaving. It has truly lifted him up to be able to contribute. I am so thankful for the men who made the decision to use him in the services. Psalm 71:9 reads “Do not cast me off in the time of old age: do not forsake me when my strength fails.”

When my husband was in his mental and physical illness, he told me one day, that he was just useless now in service to God. He had been such an amazing influence to others; preacher, elder, servant for the Lord. What could he do from his bed or computer? I didn’t say anything, but I went to my kitchen table and wrote down 100 things he could do from his room and computer. We can’t push aside the aged! They are to teach, pass on knowledge, wisdom and faith to generation to generation. Job 8:8-10 reads “For inquire, please, of the former age, and consider the things discovered by their fathers; for we were born yesterday, and know nothing, because our days on earth are a shadow.”

In my study, I especially like Proverbs 16:31 “The silver-haired head is a crown of glory, if it is found in the way of righteousness.” And Proverbs 20:29 reads “The glory of young men is their strength, and the splendor of old men is their gray head.” I have that gray hair. My mother use to tell me, I earned every one of them.  

When I think back on my life, it seems like yesterday that we were bringing our oldest son home from the hospital. He will be 50 this year. I now have a great-granddaughter who is 7. Where has all that time gone? It is like I want to turn around and grab hold of the past, like pulling on a rope, to get back to shore from a boat. But I don’t really want to go back. Yes, to when my kids were young, and I could physically do more than I can today. But no, to when my husband was mentally and physically sick. Those years were full of so many trials. Ecclesiastes 7:10 reads “do not say, why were the former days better than these? For you do not inquire wisely concerning this.” We can’t bow down to the temptation to wanting to go back to the past, because we will miss the goodness from the Lord in the present.

A friend of mine was talking about something the other day. She felt since becoming older, she was being pushed aside. Her family were too busy. If you are a younger family or friend, do not push us away and think we are of no value just because we are getting older; like the men thought about my uncle. But rather, spend time with us. How honored and full of joy I am when my family are around me! I have some sweet young girls at church, who make it a point to give me a hug and visit with me. Today we are in times of convenience, but yet are busier than ever. We are a microwave society. We are on our devices, wasting time. Instead of actually talking to each other, we fill our time with too many things and activities. I came across this on Facebook and thought it applied here.

‘The last paper towel on the roll. The one nobody wants. Some say it serves no purpose with all that glue on it. It was the foundation for all the other paper towels on that roll and now it has no purpose. Now think of a family member. A grandparent perhaps. For some they are like the last paper towel on the roll. We think they have no purpose yet they have been the glue that has held the family together for many years. They were the foundation for who we are. Hold on to those grandparents and make sure they know their importance. Without the last paper towel of glue, we would all just be napkins.’ -author unknown-

James 4:14 reads “whereas you do not know what will happen tomorrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away.” Whether you are 1 minute old or 95 years old, life comes and goes so quickly. Stop and think about your life up to this point. Look at all you have been through and remember how God has been there for you in the hard times and good times. Stop and think, is there someone I need to reach out to today. When I was in the age of raising my kids, I remember one night I felt like I needed to call my great-aunt. I got busy and when I went to bed, I realized I had forgotten to call her. I thought, I will just call her tomorrow. Well, she did not have tomorrow. My grandmother, found her dead the next morning. If you “hear a little voice” telling you to reach out to someone, do it right then. Take even five minutes and talk to them or even text them and let them know you are thinking about them. What joy you will bring them! My oldest grandson, who now lives in Wyoming with his wife, every once in a while, texts me about something. It is hard to explain how much joy that gives me; to just realize he is thinking about me. One of my granddaughters lives five and half hours from here, she sends me pictures of her little one. Since I can’t spend actual one on one time with her, those little things help me to keep going. My daughter posts on Facebook activities that her four are doing. They live so far away. That helps me to feel part of their lives.

Is there someone you need to reach out to? How long has it been since you sat and just spent time with an aged relative or friend? How long has it been since, you, as the aged, have reached out to the younger? We are to be an example, by taking our time for them.

Time is fleeting! We never know how much longer we will be here on this earth. Is there something you need to do, by reaching out to another, that makes better use of your time? Time is so many things. Part of our service to Him is to reach out to others and spend time with them. Don’t take each other for granted. Even the precious young leave this earth. Are you being the best parent that you can be in all the ages of our children? Before you know it, you will just be a memory, held in time, to generation to generation.

Till next time!

                                                         Keela

DEEP IN THE MUDDY MIRE WITH THANKSGIVING

DEEP IN THE MUDDY MIRE WITH THANKSGIVING

DEEP IN THE MUDDY MIRE WITH THANKSGIVING

Psalm 39:1 “I waited patiently for the Lord; and He inclined to me, and heard my cry, He also brought me up out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my steps.”

Our preacher at church has been talking about prayer in our Wednesday night service. This week, it was about praying with thanksgiving. He opened up to the members to tell when and what they pray, in thanksgiving. This could help the other members to have ideas how they could pray in thanksgiving. I didn’t speak up, because I was not feeling my best and was afraid, I could not get the right words out. I was thinking about when I get in the shower in the morning and I thank God for the hot water. Every night on my way to bed, for fifteen years, I have looked out through my blinds in my living room. I thank God for helping me to find this home and this neighborhood, after my husband died.

But I also thought of another time, years ago, when my life was so hard, tiring and stressful. When my husband was sick with depression. I was so often, deep in the muddy mire of life. On this particular day, I had taken my husband to the emergency room at 4 am, because he once again was having trouble breathing, because of congestive heart disease. This had become a couple times per month event. He told me to go ahead and get ready for work. Then, I could leave from the hospital to my twelve-hour day. At the hospital, I made sure he was ok and headed to a room. I left towards my first job. After working both jobs, I went home to get a few things for him because he was staying in the hospital for a couple of days. Also, our dog had been home all day and she liked to take car rides. It was already dark and cool outside, so I knew she would be ok in the car while I checked on my husband in the hospital. After I left the hospital, I had to go to Walmart for a couple of things. I remember trying to walk to the car when I left there and I could barely drag my feet to the car. The darkness of the day and night, weighed on me like a wet blanket. There was our dog, Roadie, looking at me through the window, looking like she was giving me encouragement to make it. ‘Come on, Nana, you can make it!’

I got in the car to head home. Started the car and backed up. That is when I felt and heard it. Plunk-plunk-plunk. I had a flat tire. I pulled back into the parking lot under a light and reached for my phone to call my son to help me. Well, guess what! In all the hurry that morning, I had forgotten to get it. It was still plugged in at home. I sighed a big sigh of defeat. I saw a young couple with a baby loading their car and I asked them if I could use their phone. I thought they looked safe for me to ask. Guess I looked safe too, and they said yes. Now this was before the newer phones that have all the phone numbers in them and you just have to push the number. Thankfully, I knew what my son’s phone number was. He said he would be there in a little bit.

I got Roadie out of the car on her leash. She laid down and I leaned up against the car, in total defeated exhaustion. Here was another expense I did not have the money for! With tears running down my face, I started to pray. With my eyes closed, I looked up to the dark sky. Then I opened my eyes. I will never forget what I saw. Even under the Walmart huge parking lot light, there was the most beautiful, huge array of life-giving stars! I felt immediate peace.

Did God just zap those stars up in the sky for me at that moment? No. They had always been there. I had been looking down at what was happening to me in this world of pain and sorrow. But when I reached out to Him and looked up, searching for Him, He let me see that beautiful array of His beauty and promises. I started praying and thanking God.

My son came and changed the tire for me and told me that I needed to get a new tire soon because that spare tire was not in good shape. Well, I looked up, needing those God-given stars once again. Fresh tears were running down my cheeks. I did not have the money for a new tire. But I knew somehow, God was going to help me; just like He had so many times in the past. The light from those beautiful stars made me remember God is my light and help. Psalm 46:1-2a reads “God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore, we will not fear…” I was sure glad to fall into bed that night. Roadie knew I needed her special kind of love and she decided to sleep with me.

The next morning, I got up and went to my first job and then to my second. I was a receptionist at my second job. I was waiting on a client and then I looked up. Standing there was a dear friend of mine. She didn’t have a dog so I thought something was wrong. But I was wrong. She said to go get my keys for my car. She and hubby were getting me a new tire and a new spare tire. I just looked at her with my mouth open. I never did find out how she knew what had happened the night before and the fact, I didn’t have the money for a new tire, more less a spare tire also! But I cried fresh tears, praying thank you God. I went and got my keys.

So, you are thinking, why did she tell us that story? Well, I was definitely deep in the muddy mire of this life, like so many times during those ten years. But by my looking up that night and putting my focus back onto God, away from all the exhaustion and stress of this earth, God helped me to remember He was there with me. Then, I started thinking about my blessings from that day. I was thankful God had helped me that morning, to get my husband to the hospital and all would be well. I was thankful God was helping me to not have a blowout on a busy highway I had to travel to get between jobs. I was thankful God helped me to take one dragging step at a time to get me back to my car at the store. I was thankful to God, that He had given me a son who lived in the area I lived in and could come help me. I was thankful to God for that beautiful array of stars that helped me to remember His goodness. I was thankful to God, that He had given me special Christian friends who could help me get a new tire and new spare tire. I was thankful to God that my husband could be released that next day. And I was also thankful to God that we had a very special dog who always seemed to know when I needed her comfort and love. I was thankful to God for always being there for me.

Philippians 4:6-7 reads “Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.”

We all go through so many types of heartaches on this earth. But I hope by telling you, my story; that the next time you are faced with what seems, an insurmountable trial, or even in the small aggravations of our days; you will remember that God is always there for you, like He was with me. We just have to reach out to Him in prayer and He can bring us much needed healing.

When we are deep in the muddy mire of this life, we need to remember to be thankful to the only One who can truly help us dig ourselves out of that mire.

Till next time!

                                                        Keela

DEEP-PRESS-ON, A Caregivers’ Story

DEEP-PRESS-ON

A CAREGIVERS’ STORY-BLOG

When my husband came back, it was like a light switch was turned off. He was such a light to everyone. The life of the party, preacher, elder, boy scout leader, mailman. Now, that light had been turned off. He was now in darkness!

He had been sick. We had been to Mayo Clinic. They found out what was wrong and prescribed medicine, but he was not doing well. So, we knew it was time to apply for disability-retirement from his job. It took them seven months to approve it. We had no money coming in from his job, while they processed his application. I was working two, sometimes three jobs to help us barely get by. Our church family helped us, as did other friends. We finally got the approval. He got in his little pick-up truck and left. I have no idea where he went. But when he came back, he was a totally different person. From light to darkness!

This started our journey, my caregiver story, of his depression; a ten-year disease of his mind. I said our journey, because as a wife, we all know that when our spouse changes, or has a health issue, life as we know it is never the same again. In the place of positivity, negativity raises its ugly head.

I am working on a new book. My hope is to get it published by the end of the year. Why have I divided Deep-Press-On in this way? Because when a person is depressed, he or she feels the pressure of the disease, deeply-pressing-on their hearts and also those around them.

At the start of my husband’s depression in 1999, I looked for help from books and other resources. At that time, there were not many and none from the caregiver’s angle. I knew that one day I wanted to write a book to help other caregivers put one foot in front of the other. Help them to not let themselves get swallowed up in the negativity, the shame of their feelings and depression surrounding them. To not let their definition of themselves become the same as the cared for person. I did not want my husband’s definition of himself, become how I defined myself. I want to share how I struggled and where I turned for help. I want caregivers to know it is ok to be angry, bitter, impatient, guilty and all the other negative emotions a caregiver experiences. But we cannot stay in those negative emotions, without hurting ourselves and others. We had a young daughter at the time. Most of those years, she was a teenager. She did not always have her dad to go to her sports events, school functions, to laugh with, or have a father who was available to her. Because of her, I knew I had to do something to not be swallowed whole by his depression and his negativity.

In my new book, I will show you how I worked on those negative emotions; even though it was truly one of the hardest things I have ever done. I want to show how I found hope thru God. I want to show how I found peace thru God. I show scriptures, that helped me to wade through the dirty puddles that I kept falling into.

The verse that has given me strength to tell my story, is 2Corinthians 1:3-4 which reads. “Blessed be the God and Father, of our Lord, Jesus Christ. The Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves have been comforted by God.” I feel if we have faced the trials of this life, we are to share our story so we can help others. I feel I need to put myself out there by opening up my old wounds and share the journey I have been on, to help others navigate and cleanse their own wounds. We need to share so those hurts can be healed and they can know they are not alone.

There are many types of caregivers: of a parent or grandparent (I currently have my 91-year-old dad living with me)-of a disabled child-of a spouse-as one who is paid and comes into homes-as a nurse either in a hospital or who comes into the cared one’s home. I could go on and on. No matter what season of life you are in, either you will currently or in the future, care for someone or be cared for yourself. So, this book will apply to everyone at one time or another.

As part of my research, if you are struggling with being a caregiver of a family member who has the disease of depression or another type of caregiver who struggles, please email me at: keelight@sbcglobal.net and share with me your current story or one from the past. I will never include your name, but your story could help another to maneuver through their darkness. No judgments will be made on my part. This will just be used as part of the healing process of another or to enlighten others with the struggles that go with the hard job of being a caregiver.

If you know someone who is a caregiver, pray for them-give them some of your time-give them encouragement-take or bring them lunch-send a card or text-don’t be judgmental thinking you could maneuver better than they are-give them a hug or a simple smile.

I will try to post when this monumental task of publishing a book, is finished. I currently have an appointment in July to talk to a Christian publisher to see if they are interested to publish my manuscript. I ask you till then; to please pray for me that God will give me the words to explain, what I went through, with the hopes and goals of helping another caregiver.

Caregiver-such a hard, complicated and sometimes thankless job! But also, rewarding knowing you are making a difference in another’s life. You will have no regrets when you care for another!

Till next time!

                                                                           Keela

BLOOM WHERE YOU ARE PLANTED

BLOOM WHERE YOU ARE PLANTED

That saying was something Barbara Johnston, one of the original “Women of Faith,” founders said and even published a book by that name. They came to Kemper Arena here in KC for many years. I was one of the ones who was blessed to go several times. Roger Shouse, who was a preacher at my congregation for many years, sat next to her on a plane and got to know her a bit better. She even gave him about a dozen tickets for the next event. She had many trials she went through and with God’s help, she realized she had to hold onto her faith and hope. One thing she emphasized as an author and speaker, was that no matter what a person goes through, they should bloom where they are planted. In other words, no matter what season of life you are in-no matter what trial you are going through-no matter what you were defined by in your past-no matter how dark the future seems to be, we have to still serve God in the middle of it. Even when we don’t think we can take another step. Even when we are searching for God’s light in the middle of all the darkness. Even when we don’t feel we are worthy or enough. Even when we have sinned so much that we can’t see the possibility that God will forgive us and for sure can’t see how we can possibly serve Him.

When we plant a garden of flowers or fruits or vegetables, there is work associated with that. We have to get our hands dirty. Our nails get dirt under them. Sometimes, even our hands get cut. We have to prune some plants to keep them growing. We have to nurture-water those plants to make them grow. Keep the pesky weeds from growing. We are going to get “dirty” in this life with the everyday happenings. No matter what we are going through, we have to serve in whatever way we can. Those different seasons of our lives, are all different and we have to learn how to pull those ugly weeds and look at the fruit that we can share with others to help them.

We all have different talents in service to God. Every single person on the face of this earth has a God given talent. The only way that we can use our talents, bloom where we are planted, is to get out there and do service to and for others, no matter how small it seems to us. We may not be able to do the miracle Jesus did, to turn a small number of 5 loaves and 2 fish to multiply to feed the 5000. (John 6:1-14) But maybe we are like the boy who provided the fish and loaves. We might not be the one who is visibly doing great things. But we are just as important. We are letting our talents shine to the world. When my husband preached to small congregations, I was the one making sure he had a clean, ironed shirt. I took care of our little ones, even trying to potty train our oldest on the road. When my husband was a chaplain at Boy Scout camp or at the local hospital, I was the one he threw ideas off of. The one washing and packing his needed clothes. When he was an elder of the church, I was the one who he took with him when he went to someone’s home to counsel them. It takes people reaching out with the things they are good at, to all work together to work for the Lord. (Read 1 Corinthians 12:12-27) These verses emphasize that all of the parts of our bodies work together. In the same way, all of us need to do our part in the work for the Lord!

So, how do I know what I am good at? You first have to think about what you like to do. Maybe you like to read. Take a book and read to the elderly or kids at your local library. Share books with friends. Maybe you like to cook. There is always someone who is sick or having a hard time or elderly. Fix them a meal, take it to them, and stay and visit for a little bit. Our cupboard was very sparce at times and I was always so tired when I got home from my jobs. When someone brought us a meal, wow, what a blessing for us. Maybe you like to write. Get some cards. I received and still do today, receive cards of encouragement that make my day. You don’t have to spend much money. (Our dollar tree has cards for $1 apiece.) Mail them to the sick, the struggling, the elderly. Write something encouraging to the parents of children and teens in this world today. Maybe you like sports. Be a coach for your son or daughters’ team. There are so many children who are being raised without a father. Search them out and play catch. When our boys were in sports, we made so many friends who I still hear from today. Maybe you don’t like things to be a mess. Pick up trash in a parking lot. Organize the church’s teachers resource room. After my husband passed away, a precious friend came over and just started cleaning and doing our laundry. What a blessing! Maybe you like to talk. There is a huge need for people to go sit and visit with the elderly. Use your voice to encourage, to teach, to give comfort. Share a hug! There were many who gave me hugs during my dark years and that helped me to take one more step. Teach a children’s class at church. Maybe you have been blessed with a good bank account. Search out people you can help by paying their electric bill. After my husband passed away, the post office took his check he just got deposited, out of our account. We had no money. A friend came over and sat at the kitchen table with my son, opened her check book and paid some bills that needed paid. Buy a gift card to help someone struggling. During our rough times, a precious lady at church sent or gave me a gas gift card every month. That is how I got to my two jobs. Help finance a missionary. There are so many things we can do, behind the scenes to use our talents. What is sad is if we leave them dormant and don’t use them for the glory of God. If we hide our talents, we are too scared to use them, we waste them. We might have been someone else’s salvation, their calm, their peace, their difference between having something to eat that day or going hungry.

In Matthew 25:14-30 and in Luke 19:11-27, we read about the parable of the talents. Three servants were given a certain amount of money by their master who left his home on a trip. One was given five talents. One was given two talents. The other was given one talent. A talent was equal to one man’s daily work. The first two used their talents wisely and gained from their service. The last one hid his talent and did not use his, because he was afraid. Their reward was not based on the amount they received but rather how they used their talent, or money. Their faithfulness and knowledge, of how to use it. What we consider to be something very small for someone, can affect the rest of their lives, and give the giver many rewards as well. Jesus shows us that it is important to use our talents wisely or we will have to give account of the unwise use of them, at the end of time on judgment day. Have you ever thought about that?

No matter what season of life we are in, use the talents that God has given you for His good. Life changes. We change. But we have many talents given us, in service to God, in our different seasons. No matter where you find yourself today, think about what God has given you and the passion you have for a certain thing and use it for His glory.

1 Peter 4:10-11 reads “As each one has received a gift, minister it to one another, as good stewards of the manifold grace of God. If anyone speaks let him speak as the oracles of God. If any one ministers, let him do it as with the ability which God supplies, that in all things God may be glorified through Jesus Christ, to whom belong the glory and the dominion forever and ever. Amen.

Remember, BLOOM WHERE YOU ARE PLANTED!

Till next time!

                               Keela

STILLNESS

STILLNESS

STILLNESS

Watching some of the news reports about Pope Francis death, caused me to think about being still. The reporter was in Vatican City and there were thousands of people, young and old, quietly wandering around in the square. He said the people that he had talked to; were there because they wanted to feel the pope’s presence and closeness, and needed the stillness in reverence to the pope. It started me thinking about God and the fact that we have to have stillness, in order to truly “connect” with Him.

 My last couple of weeks have been super busy. A dear friend and I went to a ladies’ conference about 4 hours away. There were speakers, humorist, singing group and I have a booth to sell my books. What a blessing it was to visit with my friend to and from. I met women of different ages and stages of their lives. I was able to talk to them, pray with them, share my story. My booth was closed during the activities planned. Sitting in the stillness and listening to the speakers and singing, as a group of women, filled my heart. When I came back, I was so tired. I have fibromyalgia and lupus, besides caring for my 91-year-old dad. That week I got back; I had bunco on that Friday night here at my house and then had a dozen people over for Easter on that Sunday. At bunco, I started losing my voice. By Easter, my voice was almost a squeak and my chest started burning. It is normal for me to get bronchitis when I wear myself out. Went to doctor on Monday, and sure enough, I have bronchitis. I am now on an antibiotic and inhaler. Now, feeling better and talking better. You, ladies, understand what I am talking about, as far as so many “things” needing to be done. No time to be still.

Why, you are asking, am I telling you all that? Because in this world, we can be so busy that we forget the important things. I forgot that I needed to slow down, read scripture, sit in the stillness of meditation to God. Sit and do nothing. Our world is a busy world. We have to go to work, take kids to activities and the day-to-day busyness that we have to do. We have so many things that help us maneuver through the busyness: microwave ovens-cell phones-computers-premade dinners-cars-drive thru restaurants-washers and dryers-dishwashers.

Our world is a “find out now” society. We have TVs, Facebook, computers that we can hear the news while it is happening. But have all these things actually helped us? Do we ever just sit in the stillness and just be quiet? Do we take the time to visit the elderly or are we too busy? Do we sit in the stillness, rest and meditate on the Bible stories and words of wisdom from our God?

In Bible times, they were busy too. Think about it ladies! In order to fix a meal, an animal had to be killed or bought at the vendors, defeathered or dehaired (I guess those are words), cut up and then cooked. Then, after that meal, they had to start preparing for the next one, because they had to grind the wheat, knead the dough, let it rise and then cook it, besides all the other tasks they had to do. They did not have all the things to make them a get it “now society.”

The word stillness means: a state of quietude, rest and surrender-relinquish control-stop striving and trust in a higher power or divine presence-not move or make a sound in deep silence and calm. This stillness allows for a deeper connection, understanding and a meaningful spiritual growth.

The Bible is full of the people being told to sit in the stillness. Let’s look at a few and see how they can help us to get a life of stillness away from this busy world.

Psalm 46:10a, “Be still and know that I am God.” God tells us we need to quiet our minds, stop our frantic activity and sit in surrender to what God has for us and just be, in His presence. We have to set our minds, turn off our devices, let go of our worries and actively stop and sit in the stillness and trust and feel God’s power.

Exodus 14:14, The Israelites were fleeing Egypt, but here they were caught between the Red Sea in front of them and the armies of Pharoah behind them. The Israelites became very afraid and even said they would have been better in Egyptian captivity! Moses tells them, “The Lord will fight for you, and you shall hold your peace.”  In other words, hush-be still-hold your peace and remember, God was in charge. God would take care of them just like He had already.

Lamentations 3:25-26, “The Lord is good to those who wait for Him, to the soul who seeks Him. It is good that one should hope and wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord.” This verse tells me that God has His own timetable. Waiting is hard, but we must wait and have quiet confidence that He will bring us through our hard times.

Mark 4:39b-40, Jesus says “Peace, be still.” This is when the disciples were crossing the sea in their boats. Jesus was in one of the boats and was sleeping. The wind came up and started causing the waves to start filling the boat. They asked Jesus, who was sleeping, “Teacher, do You not care that we are perishing?” Jesus tells the waves to be still. “…there was a great calm. But He said to them, ‘Why are you so fearful? How is it that you have no faith?” How can we have peace, if we refuse to sit in stillness and in remembrance of our Lord God?

In Bible times, they let the worries, fears, lack of patience and hope cause them to forget who God was, is and always will be. Don’t we do the same? The last two weeks of my busyness, have consumed my time and caused my stress level to be elevated, even causing me to physically get sick.

The people who were in Vatican City, remembering the pope, felt they could feel closer to him through quietness and stillness. Shouldn’t that be a lesson for us?

This blog has been for me to remember what is important and to refocus on remembering to, even in the busyness; stop-sit-breathe-read scripture-spend time in prayer talking to God-think and meditate on God’s words of peace. My focus, back on Him, once again has told me to center my core in obedience, trust, hope and stillness.

Have you remembered today to sit in stillness and focus on what is truly important? God our Lord and Savior!

Stillness. What a powerful word!

Till next time!

                                                        Keela