So, this morning, I was talking to a friend about tattoos. (Hang on with me here… I promise this is going somewhere.) She said, “If I ever get a tattoo, it’s going to say Be Still, because that’s what God’s been trying to teach me for years.”
For four months, God and I have been wrestling. We’ve gone around and around. I’ve cried. I’ve asked over and over for an answer. See, I want to be firmly in God’s will. I want to be doing what He wants. But I’ve felt for months like He isn’t telling me anything about anything, particularly about these things I have been praying about.
And then this whole tattoo conversation came up. It hit me that I have done everything except “be still.” I keep asking God to answer, to give me a path, to show me what to do… I’ve even listened.
But I haven’t simply stood still and laid the question at His feet.
“Here, Lord. Here’s my question. I’ll be over here continuing on in the way I’ve been going until You tell me to change course. I’ll be still. Right where I am.”
Because sometimes, silence doesn’t mean there’s no answer. It simply means “Don’t move. Not yet.” Because I find peace in plans and calendars, it can be hard to accept “Don’t do anything right now” as an answer.
That’s what makes it surrender.