There was a time I thought being still meant being weak.
I believed movement was proof of progress,
and if I wasn’t constantly doing something, I was somehow failing.
Until life slowed me down, painfully.
I remember those quiet evenings when everything in me wanted to fix things. The unanswered prayers, the financial weight, the unspoken fears.
But no matter how hard I tried, nothing shifted.
And that’s when I heard it. Not audibly, but deep within my spirit:
“Be still.”
Still? When everything is falling apart?
Still? When there are bills waiting and dreams hanging?
It didn’t make sense right?
But over time, I realized,
stillness isn’t weakness; it’s strength.
It takes courage to be calm when everything screams, “Do something!”
It takes faith to rest your heart when the answers haven’t come.
It takes trust to wait when you could worry instead.
Stillness doesn’t mean idleness; it means surrender.
It’s where God does His deepest work, in quiet hearts, not frantic ones.
When you stop striving, you start hearing.
When you stop rushing, you start seeing.
When you stop forcing, you start flowing with grace.
There is strength in stillness because it’s in that sacred silence that you find God again,
and realize He never left.
So don’t be afraid of your slow seasons.
Don’t feel guilty for catching your breath.
God isn’t mad at your pause,
He’s using it to strengthen your roots.
Temilade Alokan
Light Lamp
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