Still . . .

I was thinking about one of my first memories, a day of fear and confusion when I was about 7 years old.

I didn’t know what was going on, but I knew it was something bad.

I remember jumping around our house like a scared rabbit, shaking my arms and feeling alone.

My father was out of town and my mom was in the bathroom, audibly distraught, yelling through the closed door for my older sister to call the doctor. The doctor came to the house and got my mother into bed.

I later learned that my very-pregnant mother painfully lost her baby that day.

 

Other times these 60 years since, I have felt that little rabbit-girl jump around inside of me, and now, during these coronavirus days, with all the unknowns and loss and sadness and isolation, I am tempted to let her loose.

Let her jump and shake all she wants.

But, wait.

 

Our seventh grandchild was born two weeks ago. Baby Abe is beautiful and as long as he is near his momma, fed and clean and protected, he is content and sits and sleeps well.

I love holding him.

I love staring at him while he sleeps.

Staring at peace.

What a contrast:  Rabbit-girl jumping . . .  Baby Abe sleeping.

 

Two days ago Jake and I celebrated 46 years of marriage. YAY for us!  It was a quiet, happy day; I am so grateful to God for bringing us together.

And for keeping us together all these years. God be praised!

That morning Jake told me he wants to memorize Psalm 46.

Great words for these days:

God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in times of trouble.

 The Lord Almighty is here with us. He is our fortress.

God will help her.

 Be still and know I am God.

 I want to remember these truths.

And tell my rabbit-girl self:

Be still, girl.

 Hush.

Be calm.

Unmoving.

 Know that God is still God, a still refuge in this time.

God is still almighty-strong and up till now He has given you strength.

 He is still in control and up till now He has helped you.

 He is still here, near, and therefore, you can be still.

 

My insides can be as quiet as a newborn baby sleeping, as long as I keep my mind on these truths about God and knowing that He will help me to be still.

Which reminds me of a godly friend, who was well-acquainted with times of trouble — many years of troubles! – and she was known for repeating:

Yesterday He helped me.

Today He did the same.

How long will He continue?

Forever, praise His Name!

 

Yes. One day at a time, forever.

So, remember that, rabbit-girl.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

7 thoughts on “Still . . .

  1. Oh Sarah, this was such a perfect reminder for all of us to rest in Him. Thank you so much for your insight and your sensitivity. I love you, Jenni

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  2. Thanks Mom! Very well written and well said. Apt words!

    On Wed, Mar 18, 2020 at 4:41 AM Sarah Keeps Growing Down wrote:

    > sarahkeepsgrowingdown posted: “I was thinking one of my first memories, a > day of fear and confusion when I was about 7 years old. I didn’t know what > was going on, but I knew it was something bad. I remember jumping around > our house like a scared rabbit, shaking my arms and feeling al” >

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  3. Congratulations on your new grandson! That’s awesome! It’s a wonder to watch a newborn baby sleep.

    Congratulations on your anniversary as well!

    God bless you and your beautiful family!

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