Lesson #1 On Being Grounded

It's now Monday morning and I just went the entire weekend without being able to drive. I don't know how many times during the weekend I thought, "I think I'll run to the grocery store . . . Diane's house . . . to the mall . . . to get a coke." Of course this was always followed by the reality, "Oh yeah, I'm not allowed to drive."

If I had to sum up what I felt this weekend, I can do it in one word: restless. I did not want to be home or be still. Perhaps because I knew I couldn't just hop in the car and go, I felt it even more acutely. Psalm 46:10 comes to mind this morning as I am reflecting on the past two days. "Be still and know that I am God." How much of my life is filled with rushing and going and doing and movement? And how much of that is unnecessary? And if it's unnecessary why do I do it? Is it simply my attempt to escape being still before God? Strange that I should want to escape that. But I do. I am like a small child who is over tired and wound up running away from her daddy who is trying to get her to take a nap. When he catches her (which he inevitably does), he holds her close in spite of her struggling and tears. Soon she is fast asleep. I both long to be caught and resist being caught. Because when I am caught and still, He changes me. Changes my perspective. Reorients my heart. And someetimes I simply don't want to be changed. Lord, catch me. Help me to be still. Change me.