Yesterday I drove to Indianapolis and back. The first 5 miles on the interstate I dialed back and forth between the 240+ stations on the satellite radio — Christmas carols, Latin jazz, ESPN sports, CNN. Suddenly I hit the off button and said loudly, “Stop it.”
For the next 100+ miles I kept the radio off entirely and concentrated on my breathing. After a while, my mind thought of Isaiah 30:15-16:
Quietness is a rare commodity this month. I counted the swift horses in my life, neighing and fleeing here and there…
the unknown future
This morning I looked at the four Advent candles sitting on the table before me. I looked back at the verses in Isaiah. Four words leapt from the page … return, rest, quietness, trust.
I prayed Psalm 131. I said, “This is my new Advent Prayer.” Want to join me in making it yours, too?
New International Version, ©2010)
A song of ascents. Of David.
my eyes are not haughty;
I do not concern myself with great matters
or things too wonderful for me.
2 But I have calmed and quieted myself,
I am like a weaned child with its mother;
like a weaned child I am content.
both now and forevermore.