UNSETTLED IN THE QUIET

Have you ever held a baby and they were perfectly fine? You were providing every comfort for them, but then they turn to you and discover you are not their mother and here it comes that blood hurling scream.

There is nothing you can do to settle them.   Even if you consider yourself the baby whisperer you have ran into at least one baby that you just couldn’t sooth. Have you ever stopped to think how much we are like that baby? We will be trucking along through life things will be going  fine and we pause to look around. Our essentials are provided for us but we are unsettled. Something just seems off.

Our lives are demanding. Distractions today are carried in small hand held devices that are readily available 24/7. My grandchildren are starting school this year and the rules that have changed through the generations are insane. When I was a kid on my birthday I took a coffee tin of cookies to school to share. Today, there is a checklist of do’s and don’ts if your school will allow it.

Often in these unsettled moments, I would speak out loud “something is bound to happen!” “Things are just going to good.” We tell ourselves lies. We are not worthy of things going right. Sometimes we even sabotage them ourselves because we are so fearful of how well things are going.

God had to show me over and over that if I didn’t stop this that it was exactly what was going to happen. In Matthew 21:21 Jesus replied, “Truly I tell you, if you have faith and do not doubt, not only can you do what was done to the fig tree, but also you can say to this mountain, ‘Go, throw yourself into the sea,’ and it will be done.”

I was doubting that our father would provide. Just like that baby would look at you and doubt you would provide what their mom could. That unsettled in the quiet moment is a wonderful time to look up, breath and be thankful.

We don’t, we run and find ourselves crying for his help again. When he already provided what we needed. Blessed is he for his gracious gift to provide again.

I have found a gift that you also are granted. The more obedient I am in taking these unsettled feelings to him and not outside comforts. When a storm comes the monumental mountains. I am at peace that he will provide the words, wisdom and comfort I need for me and the lives I touch.

I don’t want to be the baby crying for my father. I want to be the baby that knows, without a doubt, my father is always there.