The morning sun lightens the eastern sky; it peeps above the horizon. Its a new day. Showers running, breakfast clatter, phones ringing, traffic outside increasing. Lost shoes, television blaring, did you sign the permission form? Noise pollution inside, outside. Our bombarded brains scream. Priorities set by popular culture, we are controlled by clocks, datebooks, deadlines. Seeking to satisfy standards we don't set or understand, we can't spare time for what's really important in our own lives, terrified we will lose our spot on the merry-go- round. The best things in life are neglected while we scurry to make more money to buy more stuff to impress more people that we don't even know. Stop. Be still. Our life here is short, too short to be spent foolishly. We pray for direction, but can't hear when He answers through our shroud of commotion. Calm. Down. Listen. Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth...
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