It so easy to live my life each day,
Never taking the time to pay attention
To all that You have done for me.
I haven’t disregarded You purposefully,
But I don’t make You a priority either.
Then, when everything unravels, when nothing works
And everything that can go wrong consistently does,
My focus toward You becomes instantaneous,
And I immediately regret my wandering attention.
I become panicked, as I beg You to “fix” my problems,
Fearful my world will completely collapse.
As I call upon You from the depth of my being,
I hear Your voice, which gently but firmly tells me,
To be still and know that You are God, Almighty.
I know this should give me confidence—
That I should cease from my fretting and worry—
But that’s not what happens at all.
Such self-confidence has never been my experience.
Instead, I become more insistent and demanding than ever,
Begging, whining, moaning, and beseeching—
Anything to get Your attention, as I demand insist relief.
But no matter what I do or how animated my flailing becomes,
Your answer never changes—not even a little.
As I sit in solitude, in moments when all is quiet,
Your voice becomes clear, always reminding me,
To be still and know that You are God, and I am not.
If I were stronger, I would cease from striving,
But it isn’t in my nature to trust so easily.
I wish that was my way, but I know it is not.
I want to learn patience, but that isn’t achieved
Until I’ve exhausted myself with worry and hand wringing.
Finally, when I am completely spent and can no longer
Muster fretful complaints, I bow my knee, as I should have earlier
And submit to the small quiet voice that has never ceased to say,
Be still and know that I am here for you—
That I am God, Almighty.