"Be still, and know that I am God..."
And maybe that is the danger in and of itself. I felt safe. I was not safe. In fact, I was in great, great danger of being attacked by the enemy and by myself and my own sinfulness. But I told myself I was just close enough. I fooled myself into believing I was safe .
Most people close to me understand that my greatest struggle - and what could be considered my biggest sin - is my independence. I have a problem with authority. I have control issues. I want everything to go according to the way it plays out in my head. I want everything to fall neatly into my plan. But at what cost?
Surely by now, after having been raised in a Christian household my entire life, and after having accepted the gift of salvation almost fifteen years ago, I would have come to realize that it is not about me. It was never about me, it was never about my desires. It was never about my ideal life.
Recently, I have realized that although I thought I was doing fine, that I thought I was growing in my relationship with the Lord, I was actually remaining stagnant. Stagnant water is dirty water. Stagnant water cannot be beneficial to anyone. But maybe it has not even been a stagnant relationship. I have been actively pushing against God for years. Yet I look at my life, and I look fine. The actions were there. Just enough quiet times or bible studies to make it look like I am trying. Just the right amount of Sunday School interaction and involvement to make it look like I don't hate God. Just enough prayer. Just enough tears. Just enough hand-raising.
It has always been just enough to seem genuine. I don't want to seem genuine. I want to be genuine. So, I have stopped pushing. I have stopped exploring. I have stepped back onto the path, and I am merely standing still.
A friend said it perfectly when he said, "Isn't it nice that looking for God involves just staying put?" It is so very true. I still want to run. I still want things my own way. There is still a part of me that wants to fight it, kicking and screaming. But my own way does nothing good for me. It is a path of bitterness, deceit, and confusion. And so, I will stay put. I will crawl back to the path, broken, defeated, and tired. I will lift my hands up to my Father, and ask for his presence again.
And I will be still.
Emily E.