Lord, my heart is not lifted up, Nor my eyes lofty.
Neither do I concern myself with great matters, Nor with things too profound for me.
Surely I have calmed and quieted my soul, Like a weaned child with his mother; Like a weaned child is my soul within me.
O Israel, hope in the Lord from this time forth and forever. [Psalm 131:1-3]
Do you fear the pause? What happens when nothing is happening?
We are so consumed by the unfortunate idea that activity is equal to value. But sometimes inactivity is the most powerful and wonderful kind of work. Inactivity is work.
Jesus, let everything rush on past me. I am going to sit/stand/kneel/lay right here. Let everyone else be picked up by the tornado and dropped in their crazy multi-tasking Oz. I want to be here, with you.