Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. (Psalm 91:1)
Dwelling and resting. There’s a settledness about both those terms that both draws and repels me. I would love to dwell and rest, but it seems like the moment I do so, I find something more to do. And you wouldn’t believe how much time I’m sure I waste. Quite probably, the time I think I waste is when I’m resting, and the time I think I’m resting is actually when I’m wasting time.
Dwelling somewhere means living there. It’s not moving in and making it your own, it’s what happens after that. That’s part of the trouble. I’ve dwelled in my home for a long time, but now I’m moving in and making it mine, and I should have taken pictures before and after because I’ve made more progress than I like to admit to myself. But I’m not dwelling yet. I’m also not resting. Oh, I get a good night’s sleep most nights, but again, I’m not settled.
Just as I can’t seem to dwell or rest physically I find it difficult to dwell in the shelter of the Most High, or to rest in the shadow of the Almighty. On the one hand, that takes a lot of courage. It’s sort of like putting up a pup tent next door to a grizzly bear’s den. You’re safe…except from the grizzly bear.
To me, the problem seems to be remembering where my pup tent is. I’m so busy trying to get things done, set things up, figure things out that I don’t have time to trust or rest. I don’t even understand what trust or rest mean half the time.
There are some decisions I’m trying to make. I pray and I think, and I think and I pray and hold back because I’m sure that I’ll make a poor decision. I think this weekend, I’m going to do some deck clearing and decision making. I’ve done this before, but periodic reviews aren’t a bad idea. I’ve half of 2019 left. Time to stop running and hiding and start dwelling and resting.
Dwelling somewhere means living there. It’s not moving in and making it your own, it’s what happens after that. That’s part of the trouble. I’ve dwelled in my home for a long time, but now I’m moving in and making it mine, and I should have taken pictures before and after because I’ve made more progress than I like to admit to myself. But I’m not dwelling yet. I’m also not resting. Oh, I get a good night’s sleep most nights, but again, I’m not settled.
Just as I can’t seem to dwell or rest physically I find it difficult to dwell in the shelter of the Most High, or to rest in the shadow of the Almighty. On the one hand, that takes a lot of courage. It’s sort of like putting up a pup tent next door to a grizzly bear’s den. You’re safe…except from the grizzly bear.
To me, the problem seems to be remembering where my pup tent is. I’m so busy trying to get things done, set things up, figure things out that I don’t have time to trust or rest. I don’t even understand what trust or rest mean half the time.
There are some decisions I’m trying to make. I pray and I think, and I think and I pray and hold back because I’m sure that I’ll make a poor decision. I think this weekend, I’m going to do some deck clearing and decision making. I’ve done this before, but periodic reviews aren’t a bad idea. I’ve half of 2019 left. Time to stop running and hiding and start dwelling and resting.
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