I think so many of our problems in life grow from our inability to simply be still.
It’s matter of sitting down with God, asking “Is there anything you need to tell me?” And then just shutting the heck up and listening.
Why am I stressed out?
“I’m stressed out.” You ever said that? Is that where you’re living right now? I watch people I know and love in recent days teeter on the verge of a “come apart” (and if you’re not a Southerner, I don’t know if that communicates well. If you’re one of my foreign readers, it just means that you are about to break down, have a fit, or conniption, or whatever.) They are legitimately stressed out.
