A couple weeks back, Bekah wrote a beautiful post on being still and finding much needed rest in the presence of the Lord. Truth be told, even though I invited Bekah to write such things, I didn't read her post. I just couldn't slow down. When I finally did, I really didn't identify with her. In a very snobby way, I silently dismissed her refection. After all, what could I identify with? When would I (the so-called working mom) have time to sit on a grassy slope? And enjoy healing winds? In Texas! Nope, it couldn't be. Not for me. Not now. Not yet. I just don't have the time. I'm just not that girl. But then I was stuck on still. I was stuck on knowing I wanted-needed to be still.
When you are stuck, where do you start? Here's what worked for me: Ask for help. It's that simple and sounds like—God, I'm stuck. How do I get unstuck? Immediately I was reminded—Be thankful.
Oh. What happened to that girl who was so thankful-—so full of worship-—because her life had been restored? Where did that girl go? The one that pulled over on a dirt road because she was worshipping her heart out? I would sing, "I will search for you and I will find you, I will find you with my whole heart. I will lift my hands to you and worship, with all my heart."
But—I justify my portioned heart—I was single then. Now? Now, I share my heart with a husband and a child and parents and brother and boss and coworkers and work and...
I can do nothing without God. I cannot love. I cannot believe. I cannot give grace. I cannot be anything other than stuck. So, help me be unstuck.
My God hears, and He's been reminding me and showing me and teaching me to be thankful again. I'm not sitting on a grassy slopes yet. But I am sitting outside on the patio (never mind that I only made it out here to escape a fight brewing between me and the hubby). The sunset was fiercely warm and golden. And though the daylight has retreated, I'm being treated to a beautiful light show as thunderstorm clouds roll into the night sky. The leaves on the tree sound like ocean waves to me and I'm struck by how flexible tree limbs are, and how still tree truck are.
Perhaps you might think, how silly this girl is! Mooning over such things. Who has the time? Like you, I don't but I do. Take a moment and read Psalm 103. Then read it again. And again if you have to. Bless the Lord, Oh my soul..." There is something beautiful that happens when we offer thanksgiving. Like Bekah and I, your steps will be different but The Way will be found through thanksgiving. It's a fail-proof way to be unstuck.
(A wise coworker shared this tool with me, Acts: adoration, confession, thanksgiving, supplication. It worked for me! Thank you, Lindsey! And, if you really want to go deeper still, let Ann Voskamp challenge you!)
Where do I begin? I adore you because...