Stillness on the front porch- Learning sit at the feet of the Lord (Copy)

There is a quiet kind of healing that only comes when we slow down enough to receive it.

Some of my sweetest moments have been spent on my great-grandmother’s front porch swing—listening to the birds sing, watching the flowers bloom, and feeling the gentle rhythm of rest. There is no striving there. No urgency. Just presence.

And in that stillness, the Lord meets us.

“Be still, and know that I am God.” — Psalm 46:10

In a world that praises productivity, stillness can feel unproductive. But Scripture teaches us that abiding—not striving—is where true strength is formed.

On that porch, I am reminded that growth does not always come through doing. Sometimes it comes through being—being with Him, being rooted, being restored.

The birds do not rush, yet they are fed. The flowers do not strive, yet they bloom.

“Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them… See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin.” — Matthew 6:26, 28

If creation itself rests in God’s provision, how much more can we?

So today, give yourself permission to sit a while. To listen. To breathe. To rest in the presence of the One who is already at work. The Healer of all past things.