To be still is to live come July and August in the deep, muggy south — where a leisurely pace and access to refreshment and shade, as well as shelter from sudden, heavy downpours and dangerous lightening, aren't options.
To be still can be the difference between life and death in this subtropical paradise summer — where God's tender guidance and care in Psalm 23.2 offers more than a peace in His sovereignty and presence. He makes me be still that I might live.
He makes me lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside still waters.
