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Let nothing move you

This week I have been pondering these words from 1 Corinthians 15:58. They jumped off the page for me a few days ago and have been dwelling in the back of my mind and heart ever since. I assume God is trying to say something to me personally, give me a rhema word, a special message for me. And of course He's right on, when I give myself time to be still and let Him be God.

I go through my days, trying to sit back from myself and ask if I am being "moved". Now of course I believe that He wants us to be moved, to care deeply, about many people and situations, to weep with those who weep, to rejoice with those who are rejoicing. So I don't think He's talking about that.

I believe He's talking about developing that quality of inner stillness that is not dismayed, that deep trust in God's faithfulness that holds on no matter what, that capacity of knowing and dwelling in the depths of His spirit, far beneath the ever changing forces moving all around us.

I have to say that is the only way for me. That deep place of quietness is the only place to be, the only way to be truly at home in God and in myself. Otherwise I will always be pulled out of myself, tossed here and there, reacting to each stimulus,and often over-reacting.

That deep balance comes only from His presence deep within my being. As I look back on my life, as I look within myself from the vantage point of many years of walking with God, I understand more fully why He gave me that life verse when I was only 11 years old, from my dear grandmother: "In quietness and confidence shall be your strength." (Isaiah 30:15)

Comments

Brenda said…
Meg, I was deeply 'moved' :) by your post this morning. That verse from Isaiah has been heaven sent. I have to say that these early morning hours are a blessing. I'm SO thankful that He made me a morning person.
Meg said…
Thank you, Brenda, for your response. This was the "driest" post I ever wrote. Perhaps God needed that from me. I wasn't "moved" as I wrote it..just wrote it as truth. And maybe that's a metaphor for how it is to be for us..to have that bedrock that is immovable, unchangeable, whatever our emotions and circumstances.
Marilyn said…
Marvelous words for a hurried and often dissatisfied world!

I want to applaud, Meg, your ability to write even when you are not having a sense of being tremendously moved. An early writing teacher of mine said that's the mark of a good writer. BTW, this did not strike me as dry, but as heartfelt.
Alison Lam said…
i am Meg W's niece, and I come here occasionally... this was a great devo.
I liked this thought: "...that quality of inner stillness that is not dismayed, that deep trust in God's faithfulness that holds on no matter what..."

I'm definitely having to learn that more and more each day. Thank you!
Ali

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