This weekend, I walked along a path with my daughters and a
couple friends, at a mother-daughter retreat in Northern Wisconsin.
The early morning air was cool, fresh, and quiet.
Birds sang. The wind blew softly.
Mothers and daughters talked in hushed tones, as they walked
and wandered.
I watched and listened, intently.
We came upon a still lake. The light of the sun filled the
space. The water reflected the trees
almost perfectly.
I felt and heard it, again.
The Lord leaned in and whispered, “Shhhh. BE still. Come sit with Me.”
I’m not sure I totally get what He is trying to tell me.
Why now? How? What does He mean? What will it look like for me?
I know that I don’t DO still very well. I DO busy, better.
But I’m pretty sure it’s not “doing still” that He’s after;
it’s BEING still – being still with Him -- in whatever way that looks like to Him.
Which brings me to why I am actually writing this post – I’m
pretty sure part of my BEING still is stepping down from writing on my blog. I
don’t know why He is asking me to do this.
Maybe it’s just a different season. Perhaps He has something else for
me. I don’t know.
What I have learned over the years, though, is that it is
not good for me to hold on to something that He no longer is calling me to do,
and so with some (a lot of) sorrow (it’s been a sweet place of hope and healing
for me), I say so long for now.
Who knows, maybe He’ll call me back to it, someday. In the
meanwhile, know that I’m here if you need a prayer, a
word of encouragement or a reminder of His unfailing love for you. Feel free to e-mail or if you’re
close, maybe we can have coffee and share, face to face. That would be sweet.
Thank you for your kindness and your support, dear
reader. The Lord has used you to bless
me.
