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Still Saturday: Here I Am, Father

July 13, 2012 By Sandra Heska King

A still morning

Because I am loved and I love, I don’t have to worry about my response or lack of it. I don’t have to struggle with my desire to understand. I don’t have to wrestle with my feeling of unworthiness. All I have to do is be still, stay close and let you love me into wholeness.

Father, sometimes it’s the hardest thing in the world just to be still, stay close and let you love me. But because I am loved and I love, I try.

Here I am, Father. Still, for once. Closer than I’ve ever been. Waiting. Accepting. Wanting. Love me, Father. ~Brennan Manning in Souvenirs of Solitude

Remember this–you are loved.

Welcome to Still Saturday where we pause after a busy week, move in quiet pilgrimage, maybe linger a while in some still place, and soak in the beauty of images and words. We’d love for you to join us. Get the details above, grab your favorite button, and link up below. We all love to hear if something especially speaks to your heart, but please don’t feel pressured to comment. Simply take some time to gaze long and drink deep.

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  1. Christina says

    July 13, 2012 at 9:36 pm

    Brennan Manning always speaks what’s in my heart. I want to be still and just bask in His love. Beautiful!

  2. Cindee Snider Re says

    July 14, 2012 at 12:33 am

    Standing in the still and simply soaking in these words, Sandy. Bless you!

  3. Ellen Grace Olinger says

    July 14, 2012 at 7:38 am

    My thoughts this early Wisconsin morning are of gratitude and stillness as well. Blessings, Ellen

  4. Cheryl Smith says

    July 14, 2012 at 8:26 am

    I wonder if “Still” counts while I”m running on the trail, listening to worship music?

  5. Nancy Franson says

    July 14, 2012 at 9:19 am

    “I don’t have to worry about my response…”

    Oh, to get these words from my head to my heart.

  6. Michelle DeRusha says

    July 14, 2012 at 9:38 am

    I LOVE that picture of the wooden clothesline. Such solace there. Peace and love to you this weekend, Sandy.

  7. path of treasure says

    July 14, 2012 at 10:26 am

    Thoughtful words and peaceful photos… soaking in these quiet moments and reflections. Blessings to you.

  8. Laurie Collett says

    July 14, 2012 at 11:02 am

    Wonderful quote & post. Just the words I needed today. Thanks for hosting the linkup, & God bless!
    Laurie

  9. Patricia (Pollywog Creek) says

    July 14, 2012 at 1:09 pm

    Your clothesline looks just like mine. I took a photo of it last weekend…before I was engulfed by little boys who call me mimi. =) I’ve trying to decide how to use it….you’ve inspired me.

    I don’t think I’m going to get around to posting today. My one brain cell isn’t cooperating…but trust me, I’m as still as I can be today…resting from this wild, rambunctious and loud week of boys.

    Have a beautiful weekend, Sandy. You are definitely loved. xox

  10. laura says

    July 14, 2012 at 1:55 pm

    *shivers*

    This is so very close to where I’ve been lately. Hugs, Sandy.

  11. Lyla Lindquist says

    July 14, 2012 at 2:20 pm

    I read an article the other day responding to the words of a well-known, well-respected leader, and one of the commenters, who found said leader’s approach to be on the rigid and demanding side, said something to the effect of, “_____ needs to back off and read a little Brennan Manning for a while.”

    Sometimes, I need a little Brennan Manning. You too, Sandy?

    Thinking about you today. 🙂

  12. Chelle says

    July 14, 2012 at 3:14 pm

    Sandra,
    What a nice new place to have landed; I’ll be back. Thanks for hosting…While reading To Show Them Jesus, I found the link and what a blessing. Your pictures quieted me… and your words stirred me. “Because I am loved and I love, I don’t have to worry about my response or lack of it.” I’ve been thinking a good deal about the Father’s love lately, and how we honor it, or fail to.
    I look forward to reading more.
    Peace and good to you. Now I’m off to read some new blogs…

  13. Monica Sharman says

    July 14, 2012 at 5:32 pm

    Love how love eliminates worry…

  14. Shelly Miller says

    July 14, 2012 at 9:21 pm

    Praying for rain for that corn. Love your photos, they feel peaceful in their stillness. And thankful that love from my Father is not dependent on my response, so thankful.

  15. Jennifer Richardson says

    July 17, 2012 at 9:08 pm

    that clothesline is pure art
    and touches my heart in the gentle way
    of spirit on skin
    and I send you thanks for sharing
    Brennan Manning’s words
    that are like an old friend
    popping by with fresh warm bread.
    happy sigh:)
    -Jennifer

  16. Jason Stasyszen says

    July 18, 2012 at 2:33 pm

    I love the feeling of these photos and words, I can even hear the sounds! Thanks Sandra. 🙂

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