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Lou Jenkins is the award-winning author of
Every Natural Fact: Five Seasons of Open-Air Parenting
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Nancy B. Gibbs
Nancy B. Gibbs is a pastor's wife, mother, and grandmother.
Nancy is a weekly religion columnist, a regular writer for TWINS Magazine and a
freelance writer. She is the author of Celebrate Life...Just for Today, Once
Upon a Memory, Prayerfully Yours, from a Mom's Heart to You and Yesterday's
Dreams. Her stories and articles have appeared in seven separate
for the Soul books. She has also been published in numerous magazines,
devotional guides, and books, such as
Stories for the Heart,
God Allows U-Turns,
Angels on Earth,
Family Circle and Happiness. Her website:
Be Still With God
All day long I had been very busy; picking up trash, cleaning bathrooms and
scrubbing floors. My grown children were coming home for the weekend. I went
grocery shopping and prepared for a barbecue supper, complete with ribs and
chicken. I wanted everything to be perfect.
Suddenly, it dawned on me that I was dog-tired. I simply couldn't work as long
as I could when I was younger. "I've got to rest for a minute," I told my
husband, Roy, as I collapsed into my favorite rocking chair. Music was playing,
my dog and cat were chasing each other and the telephone rang.
A scripture from Psalm 46 popped into my mind. "Be still, and know that I am
God." I realized that I hadn't spent much time in prayer that day. Was I too
busy to even utter a simple word of thanks to God? Suddenly, the thought of my
beautiful patio came to mind. I can be quiet out there, I thought. I longed for
a few minutes alone with God.
Roy and I had invested a great deal of time and work in the patio that spring.
The flowers and hanging baskets were breathtaking. It was definitely a heavenly
place of rest and tranquility. If I can't be still with God in that environment,
I can't be still with Him anywhere, I thought. While Roy was talking on the
telephone, I slipped out the backdoor and sat down on my favorite patio chair. I
closed my eyes and began to pray, counting my many blessings.
A bird flew by me, chirping and singing. It interrupted my thoughts. It landed
on the bird feeder and began eating dinner as I watched. After a few minutes it
flew away, singing another song.
I closed my eyes again. A gust of wind blew, which caused my wind chimes to
dance. They made a joyful sound, but again I lost my concentration on God. I
squirmed and wiggled in my chair. I looked up toward the blue sky and saw the
clouds moving slowly toward the horizon. The wind died down. My wind chimes
finally became quiet.
Again, I bowed in prayer. "Honk, honk," I heard. I almost jumped out of my skin.
A neighbor was driving down the street. He waved at me and smiled. I waved back,
happy that he cared. I quickly tried once again to settle down, repeating the
familiar verse in my mind. Be still and know that I am God.
"I'm trying God. I really am," I whispered. "But you've got to help me here."
The backdoor opened. My husband walked outside. "I love you," he said. "I was
wondering where you were." I chuckled, as he came over and kissed me, then
turned around and went back inside.
"Where's the quiet time?" I asked God. My heart fluttered. There was no pain,
only a beat that interrupted me yet again. This is impossible, I thought.
There's no time to be still and to know that God is with me. There's too much
going on in the world and entirely too much activity all around me.
Then it suddenly dawned on me. God was speaking to me the entire time I was
attempting to be still. I remembered the music playing as I'd begun my quiet
time. He sent a sparrow to lighten my life with song. He sent a gentle breeze.
He sent a neighbor to let me know that I had a friend. He sent my sweetheart to
offer sincere sentiments of love. He caused my heart to flutter to remind me of
life. While I was trying to count my blessings, God was busy multiplying them.
I laughed to realize that the "interruptions" of my quiet time with God were
special blessings He'd sent to show me He was with me the entire time.
Nancy B. Gibbs
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