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Before writing my talk for the Women's Cursillo, I went to the Adoration Chapel for inspiration on what message the Holy Spirit wanted me to deliver.
Instead of reading or praying, I decided to try meditation. I tried to just be there, in silence, trying not to think or let my mind wander, but just
to be there, with Christ, in silence. Over and over I kept hearing "Be still and know that I am God" ... "Be still and know that I am God."
I was mesmerized by those words.
On my drive home, I tried to remember this psalm (and actually I didn't even know it was a psalm) but for the life of me, I could not remember those words.
So I put it out of my mind. A few days later, I went to the chapel and sat in silence, I heard it again . .Be still and know that I am God..
And again, on the way home and even the next day I could not remember those words! And so it went for the next few visits.
A few days later, I stopped at Beatitudes Book and Gift Store to pick up a book I had ordered. As I was paying for the book, I accidentally knocked
over a small basket of prayer stones that was sitting on the counter. and guess which prayer stone fell out and landed right in front of me.
yes, it was Psalm 46:10..
"Be Still and Know that I am God."
And so that was the beginning of my talk ...
"Be still and know that I am God."
Several weeks later, through the inspiration of the Holy Spirit, my talk was written. As I presented it to the Cursillo Team,
I noticed one of the team members became quite emotional. Each time I glanced her way, she was wiping away tears. Afterwards, she hugged me
and said she couldn't believe that I chose that psalm. Psalm 46:10 was what she read over and over to her mother, during the time of her mother's illness.
When her mother's pain became unbearable, her mother would read the psalm back to her daughter. And so it went, they read Psalm 46:10 to each other,
right up until the time of her mother's death. "Be still and know that I am God."
I just (11/12/14) stole this from a friend's posting on facebook:
My warm fuzzy story for the day: Spent most of the day trying to track down John Maino to give him 2 tickets
for the game Sunday to give to a young veteran or someone on leave to thank for their service. Left messages everywhere.
Pulled into the parking lot at Duck Creek VFW and he was in the truck behind me. Pretty neat. And he remembered talking to Allison 2 years ago!