Peace, quiet and calm. Life seems to be an endless, and at times elusive, search for these things. Amidst the hustle and bustle of life, I still find myself actively seeking times of quiet peacefulness. A moment where I don’t feel rushed, where I am not being pulled in a thousand directions by the demands of my life; a place where everything slows down and I can drown out the noise of the world and empty my restless brain …mentally tear down the numerous to-do lists and calendar events; press the pause button on the internal movie screen constantly channel surfing through images of decisions I’ve made and decisions I still need to make. A place to rest from being me and to calm the inner self and simply be still and at rest.
When I was growing up, my Nana and Grandpa had a pool and we spent a lot of time over there swimming in the summers. My siblings and parents and I would always have a lively time, we’d wrestle, splash each other, scream and holler, much to Nana’s annoyance. It was great. Sometimes I would stay in the pool, though, after everyone had gotten out. I liked to do this weird thing. I’d take a deep breath, drop down under the water about midway to the bottom then I’d spread out horizontally, my legs straight and arms outstretched to the sides, facing up to the top of the water and into the sky and then float there as long as I could. I liked the way it felt. I liked how I could see little ripples in the waters surface but could not feel it. I loved the weightlessness. I loved how it looked when strands my long hair would drift in front of my face in slow motion. And I loved more that anything how all sound disappeared and all I could hear was my own heart beat thumping in my ears. It was peaceful…quiet…calm.
And it is here , in these moments of purposefully sought quiet, that I can hear and feel Him, my God and best friend, a little more clearly and be filled again and again. It is here I can float weightless as I relinquish the control I often wrestle for and lay my burdens at His feet. It is here I can drown out the noise of my own loud thoughts and the expectations of others and hear His heartbeat pounding in my spirit, reminding me of who I am in Him. It is here I receive a true and deep peace that is lasting, that sticks to my soul, despite the chaos around me.
Now I’m not saying that God can’t be seen or heard throughout our day anywhere (He most definitely can), but what I’ve learned is that when I regularly seek one-on-one quiet time with Him, I’m more apt to hear His still small voice in the loud as well. I mean even Jesus Himself often stole away from the crowd and His best bud disciples to pray and spend time alone seeking the Father. If He found it important and necessary than I should as well.
“Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.” – Philippians 4:6-7 NKJV