I think a lot. I mean, a lot.
About life, about the state humanity is in, about what the past means and what the future holds. I think about yesterday's conversation and tomorrow's schedule and how I can improve on any number is things in my life. I'm up late at nights worrying, and my brain is on the go unless I'm sleeping.
Lately, I've been craving alone time for prayer. The kind where you walk deep into the woods, sit on a stump, and just pour your heart out to God. All my fears, doubts, praises, requests, and thoughts- off of my shoulders and laid right at His feet.
But I also know the extreme value in just being still. In sitting on that same stump and quieting my heart, and experiencing His creation, and breathing stress out, and accepting grace with every breath inward.
That is something, I think, that He wants more than the words sometimes. For me to quiet down enough to feel His presence, and then rest there for awhile.
During this period of uncertainty with our move and what the future holds for our little family, I want to practice being quiet more often. I want to surrender my thoughts and worry and allow my heart to be taken captive with His peace.
Psalm 46:10 "Be still and know that I am God"