I am overly aware of my incessant talking. Even as I speak, I ask myself to stop. The words spill forth regardless. I am good at talking.
I wish I always had the right words to say. The words to tell the world that nice matters and kindness is king. But sometimes I don’t. And so I just keep talking.
Homeschool and cooking and laundry. The complications of raising children and balancing a marriage. Living in South Texas. Things I know something about. Because life? I’m just not an expert on that topic.
Sometimes I try to just be still. To sit and wait. To listen. I’m somewhat terrible at it. If I stop momentarily then my mind begins racing with ideas of what I should be doing.
I remind myself that stillness and quiet matter.
Because it is in the stillness and quiet that I can connect to my actual thoughts. Not the thoughts that spill out incessantly but the thoughts that form my soul.
And so I sit. Quietly. Often impatiently. But persistently. And my soul delights in the stillness. I breathe in. I breathe out. I stop. It is good.
We’re all busy distracting ourselves. That’s the reality of a culture that lives with smart phones and overcrowded schedules.
It’s unintentional living at its worst.
The way we wake up and our feet hit the floor and we’re slammed into the first moment of the day without any quiet, without any stillness.
But it doesn’t have to be that way. We get to choose. We can flow along with the mainstream culture and hide in busy, distracted ways from the thoughts that connect us to being human or we can choose to stop. Breathe. Be still.
It only takes intention.