My heart has had a lot of questions recently. Silly questions, mostly.
Who is my future husband?
When will I meet him?
When do I get to move out and have my own life?
What am I supposed to do with my life?
What am I supposed to say to someone who hurt me?
Do I really have to learn patience right now?
Why are my friends all over the world when I need them here?
Why does my heart always want something?
And God gives me the same answer, every time.
What? Not what I wanted to hear, but exactly what I needed.
It’s not for me to know everything. And it’s not always my place to do anything either. I like doing. I like having something tangible. Sitting, waiting, wishing — it drives me crazy. I need to know. I need to do.
When I want to scream my frustration, or spill my heart, or jump on a plane, or pack up all my bags, He just sits there, smiling, and probably chuckling, and says, “Just be still.”
How does your heart need to be still?