Psalm 3. A cry from the cave. David on the run. Enemies piling up like bills on the counter. But hidden inside the chaos is a seed of surrender. A turn. A lift of the head.
Beth, that is gorgeous. Stillness terrifies us until it doesn’t. We fill the air with noise because silence feels like abandonment. But Presence waits underneath the clamor, patient as ever.
“You lift my head when I forget I have one.” That line could be its own psalm. Salvation is not an escape hatch. It is the homecoming you named, the return we were too restless to recognize.
Blessed be the ones who yammered, shrieked, and resisted, only to discover the silence was never empty. It was always love.
Stillness used to terrify me - so i yammered incessantly, shrieked louder than jets taking off at Mach 1, was repeatedly told to shut up but didn’t.
That was before I met Presence.
“You lift my head when I forget I have one”.
The homecoming - Salvation
How impossibly breathtakingly lovely to know we all can return 🌌
Beth, that is gorgeous. Stillness terrifies us until it doesn’t. We fill the air with noise because silence feels like abandonment. But Presence waits underneath the clamor, patient as ever.
“You lift my head when I forget I have one.” That line could be its own psalm. Salvation is not an escape hatch. It is the homecoming you named, the return we were too restless to recognize.
Blessed be the ones who yammered, shrieked, and resisted, only to discover the silence was never empty. It was always love.