Hello friends, somehow we have made it halfway through the year! June is a relatively busy month in our household with school winding up and end-of-term activities happening. This month’s story is an invitation for us to pause and rest. I hope it meets you in your days, whatever they look like. [Note: I don’t typically talk much about my faith here, but this story is about part of my journey as a Christian.]
Fifteen years ago, I was newly married, freshly relocated to BC, and in the midst of burnout recovery. I had enrolled in a program called the Center for Spiritual Formation through Carey Theological College, a local theological school. I desperately hoped that spending a couple years tending to my spirit would help me find some solid footing.
One of the first exercises they asked us to do was to learn something called Centering Prayer. I had grown up knowing that prayer was talking to God. But this was the first time I was introduced to the idea that prayer could also include simply being with God – without telling or asking for anything. In Centering Prayer, we were invited to choose a phrase or an image to help “center” us; something we could return our attention to when other thoughts swirled about.
In one of my prayer times, I chose the verse from Psalm 46:10 to help me center. The verse said, “Be still and know that I am God.” As I held onto these words, the image of a rock in a stream came to mind. “Be still like this rock,” came the invitation. “Allow the water of My love wash over and surround you. Allow Me to do the moving. Let Me shape you. All you need to do is be.” I was so used to being active like the water, it was really a challenge to be still like the rock.
I loved that image so much that I decided to make a painting of it. (I looked up a photo online to work off of. Unfortunately, I don’t know who the original photographer was so I can’t credit them). I wanted a visual reminder to still myself and let God love me. My whole life I had been busy – both in my outer world and inside my brain – I wanted to learn how to be still. And this rock was a visual teacher to me.
I hung this painting in our bedroom next to our bed. It is one of the first things I see in the morning and one of the last things I see at night. I don’t practice Centering Prayer much these days but the painting reminds me of that season in my life when my faith was shaped in profound ways. It also continues to remind me that the invitation to stillness is always there.
Questions for reflection, if you want to go deeper: Spend some time with this image of a rock in the stream. Which do you identify more with – the rock, or the water? Which parts of you are you being invited into stillness? If you live close to an actual stream with rocks in it, go out for a walk and sit for a while. Notice what you observe.
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