Do you ever feel like I look in this photo? Well. Let’s talk about that; when I was recovering from an ED, I NEVER wanted to be still or very quiet. I couldn’t stop to think, pray, or just be quiet and meditate on God’s goodness and love for me, a sinner, saved by His grace, saved by the blood of Jesus. I had to always be moving, moving, moving, burning calories, burning calories.
It was agony. It was hard, but I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted to rack up that activity, burn more calories in order to eat.
Yet the Lord gently reminds His children to ‘be still and know that He is God.’
I don’t believe that we can just be still and think of nothing, because the Devil and our own heads use that opportunity to think on all the wrong things.
Yet, I need to be still. I need to stop, because even though my brain says, ‘Hustle. Hustle. Hustle,’ that often lends to me becoming a ‘robot’ who forgets the WHY of what she’s doing and Who she’s doing it for.
I think the Lord Jesus knew that this was hard especially when He reminded Martha that she needed to be sitting at Jesus’ feet too; it was okay if she didn’t make the best meal, make the most money, or be the best hostess in the county.