Photo Credit Lisa Ralph, Cheney Wa. Skied obsessed, just saw this out my window. Ran out for a grab of its wonder with my lens. Glorious are the skies that are colored by God. Drawn by the makers hands, pastel color penciled skies.
For the past couple weeks as I have been stretching my faith, and trying to knock on a few doors uncharted yet. In my blind walk this is what I hear in the quiet of my heart; “Be still and know that I am God.”
Whether I am dumping grounds in to my coffee maker in want for another pot of coffee, or working in my water infested basement this verse keeps singing through me.
I am to be still and know that He is God. He is the maker of my day. He already knows my next second, minute, hour, day, week, month, and year. He even knows how many hairs are on my head, and how many of them are now gray (eek).
I am being stretched in so many ways. I feel like Gumby (just not green or as cute). I need to be more flexible so I am not thrown off by the stretch, or the outcome. He always has my best at heart. I need to heed that verse, and really make it ring true. Sing it, and live it. If you break it down it is very profound. Simple yet so in your face. So as I sift this day, I will be still knowing He is God.
Being still…I am knowing