Stopping

For various reasons, my little family lives life at a pace that is much slower than the world around us. And I’m just beginning to realise what a gift this is. But I still feel it- the push and pull to always be busy, accomplishing something, keeping up with it all.

Silence! my busy wayward mind, and listen.

Stopping is hard,

Stopping is scary

The silence is lonely

Silence that exposes the truth about oneself

Yet in the silence

I hear my Lord speak

And I know I am not alone

I am moved to pray

When I realise yet again I can’t do it on my own

I reach out in the darkness

And find your hand is there to hold

I cry out in the darkness

And you turn on the light

I realise I am held in everlasting arms

And you are bigger than all my fears