Sometimes You Have to Get Moving to be Still

I woke up this morning with my heart just a little more restless than I’d like it to be. Turning on some worship music I attempted to spend some time in prayer. But nothing doing. I couldn’t quite get settled…there’s so much to do! So many thoughts running through my head.

I can’t believe how much my life has changed in the last six weeks. Very happy changes, but changes all the same. Lots of great things are happening in the lives of people I love—new, life-reorienting things that will forever change the way things used to be. Some sad things are happening too. The heartbreak weighs heavy on me at times.

Back in my own world, we’ve moved to a new house and our family of two has grown to a family of five and soon to be seven when my husband’s parents come join us. I love it! And…hey, it’s kinda different, right?

My thoughts are interrupted by the project I literally left hanging last night, so I scoot downstairs to finish it up. I love putting these little adhesive scripture verses all over the walls of the places we’ve called home.

I’ve done quite a few by now but this one has been the hardest by far.

It’s taking quite a bit of rubbing to get the letters to release and adhere to the wall.

I step back to give my arms a rest and think about the words I’m trying so hard to make stick.

The irony is kinda humorous. I imagine God smiling too.  Looking out the window, He seems to be calling me outside, “C’mon, my girl, let’s go for a walk…”

The morning air, moist and cool…a woodpecker tidying up his home…

…and the sound of dry leaves crunching underneath my feet breathe life back into my soul.

I am with my Father, walking among his handiwork. So beautiful even in winter.

WALKING IS not only a way to move ourselves from one place to another but also a Christian practice imbued with the same intent as every other Christian practice: to guide us into a way of being human that bears witness to God’s work of healing a broken, wounded creation.

When I walk, my life slows down. Rather than speed past the world around me, sealed in my car with the radio playing, I move slowly. Moving at the speed of my feet, I hear the sounds of birds, insects, and the wind blowing through the trees. The rhythm of my footfalls invites me into an awareness of myself and the world around me. This awareness leads me beyond creation to the Creator. … Walking, like all Christian practices, makes me more open and receptive, more mindful and aware.” – Thomas R. Hawkins, Every Step a Prayer

I return to my office…the restlessness gone. Nothing about my circumstances has changed–same life, same list. But connecting to my Father’s heart has made me different in the midst of it all. What a difference a walk can make!

Sometimes you have to get moving to be still.

“I will also walk among you and be your God, and you shall be My people.” Leviticus 26:12

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