It is 7:40am – and I am alone in this amazing building. I love being here early. There is something so nice about being quiet, in a church, before the crazy world begins to buzz.
If you know me, you know I love people…and talking. My cell phone minutes are usually double or triple that of my wife. I’m not good at sitting still – and I’m not good at being quiet – especially when I know there are people around to talk to.
The balance for me is this time by myself. I enjoy my morning routine of getting my girls off to school– and coming into work around 7:30, before everyone else arrives. I can think – and sit in the middle of my music books, devotionals, and perch above Springfield to just look, be quiet, and think.
There is something about quiet that also brings gratitude. It’s hard to look out of a window and not see something in Creation (if not all of it) and breathe a quiet “thank you” to God. Psalm 46: 10a says, “Be still and know that I am God.” I think we often overuse that passage to talk about patience or perhaps we misinterpret it to mean idleness --- but the instruction to “be still” is still a good one. Reframing it as a question may be helpful. Can I know God if I am not still?
Can I listen if I am not still?
Maybe – but I know it is a lot easier to hear and focus when I still and prepare myself.
I have to admit that I am not always ready to listen. I like things my way. (I’m certain this revelation is shocking to absolutely no one.) In this season, I'm learning to be still and quiet…and grateful.
There used to be an amazing tree outside of my office window. It was huge, with winding branches, a massive trunk, and picturesque moss hanging nearly to the ground. The tree was so “Savannah” that Katie and I were quite taken with it when we first visited the church. Once I was hired – and Katie saw my office – she described it as a “tree house” since it was nearly in the branches.
Every day I could look through the shade of this tree – and see all sorts of birds and squirrels – as well as the rest of the world framed through distinct bark, moss, and leaves.
The tree was removed a few months ago. Apparently it was dead on the inside (a metaphor for another time). It occurs to me this morning that I never really thanked God for that tree, or the unique view through my window. Perhaps I should have been still…
The thing I am aware of this morning – is that God is listening. My solitude and pause gives both of us a time to listen to one another – and just be.

Be still and know that He is faithful
Consider all that he has done
Stand in awe and be amazed
And know that He will never change
Be still
- Steven Curtis Chapman
I wonder what is outside your window this morning. Write to me in the comment box below – and let me know about your picture into God’s world.
-Tommy
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