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“Be still and know that I am God…” Psalm 46:10
okay. I’ve heard that one a million times.
I am still… sorta. God, why do I not hear You? You use other people to speak to me, but I never hear that “Still Small Voice.” I’m in a different bible study every night of the week. I basically live at church. I eat, sleep and breathe this. It is my life. So why don’t I feel You? Yeah yeah, there’s always worship at church, but that little emotional high is not enough. I am craving direction in my life. I have been anticipating something huge! I am told over again, “girl, you are anointed. God really has a great plan for your life, I see Him shining through you! Your future is so bright!” Thanks. But I would really love to actually know what I’m supposed to do with my life. That still small voice would come in handy right about now. God, you’ve given me these desires, these gifts, these loves, but how am I supposed to use this? You’ve given me this deep, overwhelming desire to be a wife and mother… but uhh… where’s that man of mine? I’m praying for him every night… but I’m not seeing it. God, it would be great if Your still small voice could just whisper his name, so I will just know, and he will just know. A man after Your own heart! And then I can really start serving You they way my little heart desires. That’s what I want. But I want whatever You want… Your thoughts are higher than my thoughts, Your ways are higher than mine! God I am being stil… sorta. I’m just so busy with church stuff, I’m as still as possible. I mean mom keeps telling me I need to slow down, slow down, slow down. “You’re going to wear yourself out! You don’t wanna get sick! You have to stop saying yes to everything! Just stay at home and rest!” But God, I am so busy doing things for You! Can’t You just talk to me amongst all this running around? Just speak!
On Sunday May 3rd, 2009, as I was going to Wendy’s with the gang after church, I turned left off East Paulding Drive out onto Dallas Highway… Like i’ve done a million times. And because of the completely random out-of-no-where rain shower that accured ten minutes before… there was water in the road. And my beautiful little 1972 Beetle decided to hydroplane. My car spun, went over the median, and hit another car head on. My head hit the steering wheel, resulting in a concussion, blood pouring from my mouth, and my teeth being scrambled up. Needless to say, my pour car was totaled. After being lifeflighted to Atlanta in my first ever helecoptor ride, I spent four days in the hospital, three in ICU. I have a broken vertebrae in my back, some nerve damage in my legs, I’m just now starting to walk normally. Well then. Four days in the hospital. Laying there. With nothing but my thoughts. My busy schedule, shattered, just like my back.
Hey… wait a second…
I’m still. still. I am still. I am laying in a hospital bed in Atlanta, in the trauma unit.
yeahh. that is about as still as you can get. considering I couldn’t move.
“Six weeks on bedrest, three months in the back brace.”
WHAT? But my schedule! My Plans!
Wait… what am I saying? MY plans. When did I start living for those?
I am supposed to be focusing on God’s plan.
I remember one night crying in the middle of the night in pain and whispering,
“Father… why did this happen? This is not fair!”
Sometimes, when you are in the middle of something like this, it is hard to be thankful…
for what DIDN’T happen. Like the fact that if my spine had fractured any higher, I would be paralyzed.
a vegetable. Unable to move for the rest of my life. Or that I didn’t slip under when I had the concussion, thanks to Nick for keeping me awake. Or that my teeth were messed up, but none fell out.
Or the fact that everyone in the other car walked away unharmed. Oh yeah.
Or this fact: when my dad went to pick up the car, the man at the towing place asked him about the passenger in the car, if they were alright. My dad informed the man that there was no passenger, I was alone. The man asked my dad to follow him, as he showed him where the seat had ejected from its frame, which can only happen when there is weight in the seat, when someone is sitting there. Or the fact that the windshield is shattered on the passenger side of the car, when I hit only on the drivers side. And the fact that the way the windshield is shattered looks exactly like a head hit it. Someone’s head hit my windshield. The Passenger. One I could not see, but as the evidence proves…
I was not alone two Sunday nights ago. I was entertaining an Angel and I had no idea.
and this came to my mind. I realized, He doesn’t have to speak to us audibly. Sometimes He just calls things to our memory. Like this that popped in my head that night…
“For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper and not to harm you. Child, My thoughts are so much higher than yours, My ways so much higher than your ways! Just be still and know whio I Am!”
there it is again. that be still stuff. Well, I am still now.
And I realized… that is exactly why this happened. One, I learned that I was loved. Yeah I knew that. but when I found out that there were around EIGHTY people in the waiting room that night, EIGHTY PEOPLE, and countless letters, cards, facebook comments, and flowers… I really learned that I really matter to people. I had NO idea that my every day life, my attitude, my heart, enfluenced as many people as it has. I was overwhelmed by the love, compassion, support and affection. I know for a fact that I had five prayer teams at five different churches on their knees praying for me, and continuing to pray for my complete healing. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced.
And then two,
I was going too fast! It is entirely possibly to be living for the Lord and somehow in the back of your head still have your own plans for your life. I did. And this one unexpected accident shattered my plans. My plans for my summer! I was so excited about summer. And now… in a back brace? fun stuff.
But you know what? As I was digesting this whole “forget your day-to-day life and all your plans”, someone sent me a message. One of many facebook messages, but I opened this one first. And was astounded. A woman from church said something along the lines of “God has placed you on my heart, and I feel the need to share something with you. This keeps coming back to my mind over and over and I feel Him telling me to tell you this. Psalm 46:10 says, ‘Be Still and know that I am God.’ Is there something God is trying to tell you that maybe you were going too fast to hear? Is He telling you to just be still and listen? Sometimes it takes us getting out of our every day lives to hear what great things He has for us!”
Okay… there is that verse again… that is true, I guess. I am still. Why I don’t I feel anything? I have felt for a while that something big was going to happen in my life. But I didn’t expect this…
The next day, I randomly picked up the book “90 Minutes in Heaven”, i heard it was good for people who had been in accidents. It was good… then I turned the page and saw right in the middle…
“Be still and know that I am God” Psalm 46:10
Okay… weird. But this morning, my mom brought me a card that came in the mail, from my grandparents. A sweet little recovery card with a bird on it. And written at the bottom of the inside of the card, in my Nana’s familar writting said,
“Be Still and know…”
Wow. Talk about a smack in the face! Basically that makes perfect sense. I am stupid! He was telling me all along! “Child, how do you expect me to direct your path, to be by your side through your trials, to help you make desicions, to give you answers to you questions, to give your life a purpose… if you aren’t slowing down long enough to listen to Me? I tried! You were too busy! You slow yourself down for a minute, but your mind is still running! Shut it down! Give me room to speak!”
Well. that one I heard loud and clear. And not even from the Audible voice of God, the one that Moses heard. I heard that in the back of my mind, flowing out through my fingertips as I type this. Well what do you kniow. God is speaking to me. In a different way than what I thought was the “right way”‘. All this time I was convinced I was doing something wrong because I never “hear Him” like others do. Well maybe, just maybe, He has a different way of speaking to each one of us. With me, I learned that it is through people, or through the Holy Spirit pulling scripture up to my mind. Who would of thought! All I had to do was be still. And really be still. How can I expect His plan to unfold when I am not the best that I can be? How can I expect Him to bring that Godly leader of a man into my life, when I am not sure if I am worthy of that yet? How can I expect my life to continue unto His will, if I am not truly chasing after Him and desiring the desires of HIS heart, instead of mine?
Oh Lord, Your thoughts and ways are higher than mine. May Your will be done in my life. I take comfort in knowing that You work everything out for the benefit of those who love You. Thank You for showing me what real love is, thank You for blessing me with such incredible people in my life, thank You for taking me to a knew level through all of this. Thank You for being there by my side, holding my hand, commanding Your angels to surround me, and whispering in my ear… something that I knew all along…
“Be Still.”