Be Still

I wanted to stay home last Friday. I’ve been at school nearly every day except Sunday for the past month. I decided I’d take the day off, since I don’t have classes — well, sort of. I’d sleep in, do home work in the comfort of my own home, drink tea, and maybe even visit the store.

But then I got an email. I had to go for a costume fitting in the middle of the afternoon. I grumbled and griped and wondered why a 20 minute costume fitting an hour away had to ruin my Friday.

Yet from some place inside of me, I heard the words: Be still.

I wanted to get out of there as fast as I could. I put the costume on hastily, passed people with a warm smile to avoid small talk, and walked as fast as I could. But then I remembered: be still. And I tried to breathe and remember that this day might be good in other ways I’d never expected.

I spent the rest of the afternoon at Starbucks. A Pumpkin Spice Latte, courtesy of a coupon, and my History home work in hand. And in the buzz of the afternoon coffee shop rush and my growing to-do list, I heard the voice again. And it told me to be still.

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Be still. Be still. Be still.

As you practice the songs for your voice mid-term and try to reach the high notes and act and sing from your core at the same time. While rehearsing the scene that scares you and makes you better at the same time. When you’re in rehearsal all Saturday, but painting sets instead because they’re behind on the show. In all the chaos of school, and the mess of life. As you try to live, love, and breathe. I told myself this paragraph again and again and again this week.

But its hard. Impossible, almost. To quiet yourself in the midst of the pain, angst, busyness, and pressures of life. To be still when you have to run everywhere just to keep up. To trust in the God who holds you in His hand and know that He is with you. Yet, all He asks is that we just be still in His presence.

For a second. Try it. For a minute. Not too long. Just be still.

That’s been my motto this week. In the tough times, the weak times. In the rush and the hub and the worry and fear. Be still. Be still. Be still.

I had the voice midterm on Tuesday. I got a B. My teacher says she rarely gives A’s on midterms. But I’m still not happy with how I sang and I know I could have done better and–be still, the Voice says.

We presented our scene — my scene partner and I. We did our very best, after weeks of working, trying, risking, failing. And at the end, I remembered to be still.

I’m dead tired tonight. I spent the evening, unmotivated, trying in vain to find sources for my History project. I should do some more homework and my room’s a mess and I should pack lunch for tomorrow, but all I want to do is curl up in bed. Be still.

This post was supposed to be published a week ago, but it just wasn’t. Be still.

There is so much I want to write and share and communicate. But the clock is ticking and I have homework to do and a bus to catch. Be still.

He says, ”Be still, and know that I am God;

I will be exalted among the nations,

I will be exalted in the earth.”

Psalm 46: 10

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7 thoughts on “Be Still

      • So you won’t write a post then? Ah well. Hope your year is full of family, friends, and good memories. Happy New Year!

        • I did read that post before you even commented. It was interesting and I like the idea of doing a lot before you get married, but I didn’t agree with it fully. I can’t see a post like that really fitting on my blog, if you know what I mean.

          Anonymous, I shouldn’t really be posting an anonymous comment. I prefer commenters to at least use a nickname as Anonymous is very vague.

          • Of course, Ms. Drummond. Thank you for replying so quickly. But I wasn’t asking you to write a post “like” that one at all; I just wanted to know your stance, and how you yourself believed we should act and live before we’re 23 (or whatever) in order to truly find a “beautified life in Christ”. Don’t worry though, I’ll keep my comments to myself from now on; it’s no problem! I still love reading your blog as your writings bring me great joy =) Thanks again and again: Happy New Year!
            Best,
            Anon (that counts a nickname right? Maybe, a lil bit? =P)

            • Thank you for your interest in my writing, Anonymous. You are more than welcome to keep commenting; as of now, I do not have a rule for anonymous comments. The choice is yours. However, I do prefer that people reveal their first names or at least use a less vague nickname.

              At this point, I don’t tend to write posts on how people should act and live. I honestly think those kind of things should be up to the individual. I have no idea how you or anyone else should live a “beautified life” until we are 23 or whatever age because I am only me. I only know how God is calling me to live and what He is calling me to do and be. I like to share those callings and thoughts on here and while you or anyone else may use those in your life, my posts need never be taken as an authority.

              Thank you, Anonymous. All the best.
              Elizabeth

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