Be Still

Heaven is my throne, and the earth is my footstool. What kind of house will you build for me, says the Lord, or what is the place of my rest? Did not my hand make all these things? Acts 7:49,50

Questions are often answered within themselves, such as those above. It would be a little more clear if it read, "You can not build me a house when the Earth is a mere footstool of my creativity."  And again, "There is no physical place I can rest when my source of action encompasses the entire universe." We are limited by time and spatial experience, so we find it difficult to contemplate the great beyond. Many, many times we build  formulas (churches) to rationalize (house) that which we cannot explain, and we often forget to rest (relax) into the peace that passes right by our intellectual examination. We often speak of death as a long-awaited rest, a silence that defies rational exploration. Even without the advantage of death, rest opens the heart to that Source who contains all the answers. First, we must be still.

Shalom, Mother BE 

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