We Still Aren't Still Enough

I’ve been mostly silent during these times. Our current state of affairs have willed me speechless. There’s a lot being said, some not true and some mostly true. Silence grips me. It is hard to find the right words to say during such a time. Quite frankly I’m sick of the over-used adage that we will get through this. Humans are resilient and hardly has there been a moment in time that inadvertently took out the entire world. (The Flood in biblical days was a deliberate act of God). So, to say we will get through this kinda goes without saying. The question that brings me pause is how we will end up after this. To expect things to simply snap back into place like normal after such a travesty is foolish. Things will not be as they were. Shaking hands may be a thing of the past. Hugging and touching strangers may become a distant memory. I feel led, this day, to write and post, for every time I still myself before HIM, I hear silently behind me “we still aren’t still enough.” It is not coincidental that the best defense against this virus is to isolate, to shelter in place. Little by little, more and more things are closing, are being forced to close, and against the grain of many, we are being forced to stay inside.

It is not coincidental that the best defense against this virus is to isolate, to shelter in place.

The virus spreads through human interaction, and the best defense is to stay away from others. Most states and other countries have issued mandates to stay at home. Yet some of the human will is bent on not complying. Scientists, doctors, the CDC, the WHO have all mandated that we should shelter in place, that we should isolate ourselves, ultimately that we should still ourselves so this virus can go dormant so to speak. The effort to hurry and get through this so that things can get back to normal is staggering. Most of us want to erase it from memory, get it off the mind, and get back to the way things used to be. And maybe that is the problem. Things cannot, and maybe should not, go back to the way they were.

And maybe that is the problem. Things cannot, and maybe should not, go back to the way they were.

I will admit, my calendar prior to corona was jam packed with events. Traveling, vendor events, trainings, and the like, saturated my agenda. I look back and wonder how was I supposed to do all of that, honor my daily commitments, and manage three farms. Such expectations were ridiculous. Yet, now that I am still, I think I finally hear less activity is what is needed here. The more I still myself, the more I hear from HIM that less is more.

There is a healing for the land, there is a Balm in Gilead, and quite possibly it rests in our stillness.

There is a healing for the land, there is a Balm in Gilead, and quite possibly it rests in our stillness. Perhaps the healing has more to do with what is happening on the inside of us than the outside of us. Maybe when we chill out, settle down and get still, we can address those things in our heart, mind and soul that are killing us much quicker than coronavirus.