Shushing

A shushing fog is drifting across the brae this morning. There are Christmas preparations still undone. Barn work yet to be finished.  And a whole host of kitchen projects waiting in the wings. But my heart whispers, “Be still. Wait. Listen.”

So I do. I simply walk outside, stand in the blanketing fog, and listen.  And wait. Perfectly still.

It’s so strange how a single whisper can be louder than a crowd of shouting “shoulds.”

There doesn’t always have to be a discernible reason for shushing. You don’t always have to walk away from the experience saying, “Ah, yes, so THAT is why!” Shushing can be both a means and an end. No mysterious meaning in between. Just being still . . . and quiet . . . and listening to God’s breathing.

Because He is really there.

So many people are facing this holiday season with lives drowning in sorrow and loss. Some people are alone and lonely. And some will have days filled with a flurry of parties, family celebrations, and good cheer.

So I think it is appropriate that I begin my first “official” farming blog with a pause. And this simple statement:

God is there.

Even if all you hear when you face the heavenlies is the quiet rhythm of Holy Breathing.
He is there.
And He is good.

There is no higher calling than to stand in Holy His presence with silent awe. Breathing too.

But as for me, the nearness of God is my good;

I have made the Lord God my refuge,
That I may tell of all Your works.
Psalms 73:28