Be Still. . .

Psalms 4:4
Stand in awe, and sin not: commune with your own heart upon your bed, and be still.

Our lives are filled with incessant noise. Radio, television, Ipod’s, Internet, Facebook, Twitter, mobile phones and on and on. . . we are connected and tuned into the world from rising till slumber. . .The noise never ends. The wilderness is a long journey away. . .The chains of this world are the chains which connect us to the world and allow no escape. Stand in awe, and sin not. . .the only time I am truly safe from sin is when my entire attention is focused upon Him with no distractions. . .I find my perfection within Him. . .Reveling in Him. . .not reveling in music about Him. . .I require solitude from other men. It is precious. It is required. The wilderness is well worth seeking. . .standing in awe, naked. . .exposed and silent before Him. . .alone humble and very very vulnerable before Him. . .on my knees weeping before Him. . .Come before Him in silence. . .seek Him quietly upon your bed. . .Come before Him in silence. . . now able to discern the small quiet voice in the darkness. . .Listening for a voice that will come. . .and respond as young Samuel. . .Speak for thy servant heareth. . .Listen for Him. . .

Psalms 46:10
Be still, and know that I am God

Be still. . .there are no surprises to Me. I am here. . .with you. . .loving you. . .holding you in the palm of my hand. . .Be still and know that I am God. . .still the troubled waters of your mind. . .allow the anointing of My Spirit to tend and bind your wounds. . .take rest and healing in the calm of My secret place for you. . .Be still and know that I am your God. . .rest your attention upon me. . .allow me. . .take your troubles and cares. . .place them upon me. . .abide in me forever. . .let nothing come between us. . .Without there is a storm. . .

Mark 4:39
And he arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace, be still.

And yet again, I say, “be still”. . .And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm. . . Peace, be still. . .Peace, be still. . .the wind rages. . .the windblown waves looked to overwhelm. The fears of the world. . .the uncertainties. . .the pain. . .The violence of the air sodden with wave. . .Peace, be still. . .I am God. . .I am all powerful. . .I love you so much. . .come within the shelter of my wings. . .seek shelter within me. . .find that which you desire, in me. . .Find riches and richness beyond your imagination. Abide within me. . .learn of. . .allow Me to love you beyond your very highest dreams. . .


I love you my God. . .
I love you my Lord. . .


Thank you my God. . .

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