“How often are you still?”
The question caught me off guard. “I’m still all the time,” I answered. “When I’m reading, spending time in the Word. I’ve started to sit and listen to music while I work on a paint by number. I’m actually still more than I realized!”
“No, I mean truly still. Doing absolutely nothing. When do you allow your mind and body to be still?”
After a lengthy pause, “Oh, never.”
After that conversation, it didn’t require much energy to uncover just how much effort I unintentionally put into evading stillness. It became apparent that I struggle to do nothing, to simply be. But I couldn’t really pinpoint why.
As someone who believed they were incorporating the practice of stillness into their life, I started to pay attention to why I had unintentionally started avoiding it.
As I began to take note of the lack of stillness in my life, I discovered I had been confusing stillness with rest.