Idle Down

Precious Father,

Oh, to wake this morning in the stillness and the quiet. To wake to your voice—how good and precious is the sound of that voice to me. That voice vibrates and strums across the strings of my spirit waking it and animating it to life. In the stillness of the silence of falling snow this morning I listened.

One thing at a time, Tamera. The next right step. And that is not difficult, if I (we) remember. Often we want to run when you want us to walk, and we want to walk when you have urged us to run. Father, help us to not lag behind you, and keep us from getting ahead of you.

Your word says for us to be in step with the Spirit—walk in the Spirit. Teach, guide and instruct us in the cadence of this walking. This running. This pushing of one foot in front of the other.

Father, this morning for those of us looking out our windows and seeing a fresh fall of snow I pray we would slow down in the quiet and listen to you. Really listen. Show us how to take advantage of the weather and the stillness. Show us how to idle down to a place where we hear you. You tell us faith comes by the hearing of the word of God…then let us read it today. On our phones, on our tablets, on our computers or in the book in our hands. Regardless let us read your word. Taste it. Chew on it. Digest it.

Bless you, Father. Oh, bless you for being who you are. For you are good. You are good. You are good.

Amen and amen