“Then she said, ‘Sit still, my daughter, until you know how the matter will turn out; for the man will not rest until he has concluded the matter this day.”
Not a typical response in an uncertain situation.
Think through all the possibilities. Strategize, scheme, agonize, prepare for the worst, plan, pace. Comb through all that was said, unravel every possible intention and outcome. Worry, dread, fret, strain forward, desperate to see what is coming. Ask everyone who might have an insight, a prediction. This is how I respond to uncertainty.
Sit still? Rarely.
Until I know? How could anyone wait that long??
“My soul, wait silently for God alone, for my expectation is from Him.”
It is a picture of one who has left the outcome to the hands of another. One who is no longer turbulent, pacing, prying.
Trust sits still.
I almost never sit still. How many areas I need help in, Lord. But you only show them to me because you have good plans for them. You do not intend to leave me there. Two days in a row with stories of a woman sitting. With the reminder that she could sit because you would handle whatever she didn’t while sitting-that it was not up to her to keep the universe spinning.
How often I refuse to sit. How often I despise the wait. Sitting is a symbol that I am leaving the work unfinished. That I am leaving the work to someone else. Sitting leaves the problem unsolved; it admits that I am not the one to solve it.
Sitting is the posture of trust.
And not sitting rigid, inching forward to the edge, shoulders tense, ready to spring into action, glancing around, glancing at my watch. Trust sits back, lets go, breathes deep.
So teach me not to be so tightly-wound. It is an attitude that screams, “I do not trust you!”