Season of Stillness


I’ve been in stillness, my spirit and the physical manifestations of my thoughts. My thoughts themselves depict a patient worshiper at the foot of the throne.

As I’m waiting to enter this new season of my life I am leaning in-hoping to capture the echo of God’s footsteps so I can follow toe-to-heel. I steer clear of negativity and if I do happen to find myself in the middle of it, I keep a keen ear to the voice inside me that adheres to the light. During this waiting time everything is significant-from the phone calls I choose to entertain to choosing not to intake my casual glass of wine. I’m about to enter a season of change and chances and for this reason I must make myself available in every sense, careful not to miss opportunity and prompting.

This is nothing about life. The physical state of life I guess, but it’s all about the salvation of my soul and the soaring of my spirit. How long this season will last, I’m not sure. A few days? Maybe a few months. But all worth it when I enter into the next one. This sort of season preps me for the next; and then that one for the next and the next.

No. Life will not always bring me to this place. But it would be beyond me and my wisdom to say times like these aren’t necessary. So I sit and wait. I move when my spirit tells me to. I just left a season of depletion that I pushed off for so long. I made that track longer than it had to be, treading along with hesitation.

I was asked a question last night that I have been getting answers to, and not even noticing that my spirit has picked up the pen and started writing these answers.

The question was: where are you?

The lady who asked me the question she used a story, a very well known story to help usher in the question. She used the story of the fall of man. After Adam and Eve both ate fruit from the tree of all knowledge, they hid from God. God, knowing all things still called out to them both asking “where are you?”

I’m so thankful this amazing lady asked me this question and illustrated it the way she did. How often do we stop and ask ourselves where we are at? God knew where Adam and Eve tried to hide themselves, but he wanted them to realize where they were. He wanted them to realize the perfection they left, and the shame they walked into.

Ever since last night my spirit has been piecing together the answer to this question without me even knowing. That is the power of the spirit.

The significance of this question: it creates awareness. Of course God knew where Adam and Eve were. God knows where I am at. God knows where you are at. But we need to be aware of where we are at.

If I’m going to enter a season of growth, I need to understand this preparation period. I also need to realize the importance of the seasons before this. I mentioned the depletion period I went through, and if my spirit didn’t slow me down for me to take note to it, I could have easily passed through it thinking nothing of it, risking my soul to have to endure it double time.

Knowing where you’re at keeps you from retention. Knowing where you’re at also keeps you focused on where you’re going.

Look into your soul and listen to your spirit. What season it is passing through? Where are you at?

For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven.

A time to kill and a time to heal. A time to tear down and a time to build up. A time to cry and a time to laugh. A time to grieve and a time to dance. A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones. A time to embrace and a time to turn away. A time to search and a time to quit searching. A time to keep and a time to throw away. A time to tear and a time to mend. A time to be quiet and a time to speak. A time to love and a time to hate. A time for war and a time for peace.”‭‭-Ecclesiastes‬ ‭3:1


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