It had been one of those mornings, stayed up WAY too late the night before, overslept so I missed my quiet time and struck out without any armor in place. I should have known better, I DO know better! A quick conversation grew into far more than it should have and the day took a hurtful turn. Even a shower didn’t change the melody of my morning. I flung myself on my bed and looked up… pouring out my hurt to Jesus and licking my wounds and what do I see? Fan blades. Now, understand, around here, the fans are not often still so when they are, and you pause long enough to look up, the ensuing horror is pretty monumental! Great, another reminder of something not completed, a task left not only undone, but truly not even planned out. My eyes welled up with more tears and then I heard so clearly, “Be Still. I NEED you to be still. I can clean off all that gunk and dirt even when you’re spinning if I have to but I need you to be still and look at that gunk and then watch me wash it all away… because I CAN and I DO.” Being still took on a whole new dimension that morning. It isn’t just to delve into scripture, or to listen or even to just be quiet. Sometimes it’s also so I will give Jesus the time and focus to show me my gunk I’ve been collecting again, messages and mess from outside that are stuck on me, but because of His love, not allowed into me. OH how sweet that stillness was as He slid it all away! I left that fan still, with it’s dust attached all day … just to savor the thought of my own dust being gone.