I’ve always had a hard time sitting still. I loved to sit on my grandpa Broadway’s lap when I was little. He was a big teddy bear of a man, and I did a great job being still….for about 30 seconds….and then the fidgeting would begin. He was patient, but inevitably he would say, “Will you sit still?!?!” And I tried. I just couldn’t. So I’d have to get down.
Even now…I have a hard time sitting still. You can watch me at church, I fidget. I cross and uncross my legs. I shift in my seat. At home, my favorite places to sit are the rocking chair and the porch swing. Constant motion. But He is whispering….Be Still.
Even now…I have a hard time sitting still. You can watch me at church, I fidget. I cross and uncross my legs. I shift in my seat. At home, my favorite places to sit are the rocking chair and the porch swing. Constant motion. But He is whispering….Be Still.