winter walk

I took a walk today. Just me. Well, and Jesus, of course.

Sometimes it takes a “lonely” walk to remember that Jesus is always with me. A lonely walk quiets my mind. To walk in silence, to only think, to listen to the sounds around me — the gentle breeze dancing in the leaves and making them shiver, birds chirping distantly (they like to praise even in the winter cold too), my boots click-clacking on the sidewalk — it brings peace to my heart in a way that the presence of people does not.

I love my quiet, pensive walks with Jesus. I can imagine Him walking beside me. When I do, He is always a quiet, gentle presence. There is no pressure to speak. Only the freedom to be.
Sometimes, even today, when I am walking in silence, I feel the need to fill the silence with something. Should I sing, should I pray aloud, should I be praying silently? But then, like today, I felt instead, “No, Amy, it’s alright. Just be.”

J U S T   B E

I am usually not good at just being. I always feel like I must do. But why not just be? I can do nothing for God that will make any difference in how He feels and thinks toward me. He saw me, died for me, loved me, called me by name before I even perceived His gentle call. I had nothing to bring to Him, no great gift or sacrifice, no great talent. I cannot come to Him and give Him anything that He needs, or anything that He does not already have. I come empty, destitute, and in need. And He receives me with open arms.

Grace is a beautiful thing, and something that I will never in this life understand. Grace is forgiveness. But it is also power. It is love, but it is also correction. It is the enabling ability to do…
…but it is also the gift to simply be…
…to be in Him.

Let Him be the { I  A M }
and just be His.

Grander earth has quaked before
Moved by the sound of His voice
And seas that are shaken and stirred
Can be calmed and broken for my regard

It is well with my soul

~ Bethel Music ~