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The Sounds of Silence

It is amazing how much writing helps me to understand. My brain is like a classroom of hyperactive kids after having pixie sticks and mountain dew. There is a lot of activity going on and before you realize what's happened, something else bounces in to take over your thoughts as the next best thing. 

Pslam 46:10 says,"Be still and know that I am God..." When I am writing I am certainly active, but hyper-focused. To everything outside of the message, my heart becomes silent. All of the energetic, hyperactive kids in my brain settle down and focus on the same thing. My brain becomes still and focused on God.

Many times I have equated stillness to silence. When I write I become silent. What I am writing becomes the focus and the only sound is that of my fingers tapping the keyboard. As we seek stillness, silence falls over us. Being still focuses on God and what He has called us to do. Being still silences the busyness of the world we live in. When we are still and in His presence, fear is removed. When we are still, silence falls over the doubts. 

When we are still, we are washed by the truth that He is God and He will be exalted among the nations, He will be exalted in the earth.

Be blessed and be a blessing,
Matt



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