I've been thinking about the word still.
I captured another jackrabbit on my camera yesterday. He was still. He thought I would walk by, I'm sure, but as any wild creature knows, oftentimes when the "enemy" is walking by if the small creature will stay very still and blend in to his surroundings without a single move, the enemy will keep moving and never see him. As you can see, this jack's camouflage is perfect for winter. Just enough white, just enough gray, and just enough black on the tips of his ears. Most of the time, I don't see jackrabbits until they move from their places. What a wonderful gift to be so still that the enemy will walk by without noticing you.
"Be still and know that I am God." ~Psalm 46:10
I love this verse. It means so many things to me. If I am still, will the enemy will walk on by me? When I am still, my senses are piqued. I can hear clearly. A flicker taps a beat on a dead tree, the chickadee whistles, a tree creaks in the wind, the cows move slowly through the snow, the ice heaves on the pond, frost drops from the trees, I hear myself breathe. When I stand still and look, I see the varied hues of the sky -- soft pink, deep purple, gunmetal gray, bluebird blue. I see the winter buds on the Elm, the tracks of the grouse. I see the place where the dog slid down the snowdrift, and I see a jackrabbit -- still as a stone, and I see my breath.
We live on the open prairie where the wind blows most of the time. When it is still outdoors, we take notice of the change, and immediately we notice when it picks up again. When I am still, I am anticipating. I am waiting. Listening. I'm waiting to hear what the wind of God has to say, waiting to see what God shows me, trying to know Him right where I am in my stillness. I crave a little chunk of quiet and stillness each day, even if it is just a small bit of time. It gives me peace and calm and a knowing that God is. And I need God. Very much.
What do you notice when you are still?