The Still

I love the silence of the still night.

The stars, in all their silver glory, quiet my mind from lightyears away.

I am nothing. I am a fragment on this expansive timeline. I am an insignificant piece of this endless abyss.

The thought of this soothes my soul. That I am powerless to the incessant ticking of the clock; that my control over the inevitabilities of life is an obvious lie....

It is that sense of divine powerlessness that confirms that I am in God's Cradle. That He rocks me with His Mighty Hands, and that His Spirit is everywhere around me--a constant reminder of Jesus's Saving Grace.

Whatever fear I had before the Still evaporates because of this knowing--like the peace I felt as a baby in hearing,"Daddy love's you. Daddy's here."

I feel that Jesus loves me. That Jesus is here.

And my world becomes still.