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Still Saturday: Still Again

July 27, 2012 By Sandra Heska King

I stop.

Still.

And wonder.

Why does the breeze ripple the lake everywhere but in its center?

Why is the center so still?

So calm?

So clear?

Is it because it’s gone deep in the center?

Or is it because it’s simply centered?

And can’t be ruffled?

Or touched by the wind?

I am hushed.

Still.


A Five Minute Friday repost from the archives on the word prompt: Still

He stilled the storm to a whisper; the waves of the sea were hushed.
~Psalm 107:29 (NIV)

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. ~ Patricia says

    July 27, 2012 at 10:56 pm

    “Simply centered”

    I love that!

    • Sandra says

      July 28, 2012 at 1:51 pm

      There can only be one center, right? The question is–what is it?

      • ~ Patricia says

        July 29, 2012 at 9:42 am

        Absolutely!

  2. Joanne Norton says

    July 27, 2012 at 11:01 pm

    Yes. Lovely thinking. Lots of “hmmm-ing” when the “whys” enter your heart. [Would love to be wandering quietly around that lake. Make me grin happily!]

    Oh, and re: your comment about stretching. I agree. Want Him to stretch me and “grow me” more and more. Can’t not, or my spiritual life won’t feel real.

    Blessings. You’re a very gifted lady.

    • Sandra says

      July 28, 2012 at 1:52 pm

      There were several little lakes in this one area, and I’d love to be wandering with you. You’re a very encouraging lady.

  3. Carol J. Garvin says

    July 28, 2012 at 2:06 am

    Good thoughts to accompany this fascinating image! Being centered on Him stills and comforts so the turmoil around us doesn’t reach us… that’s the analogy I see. 🙂

    I haven’t had a chance to prepare Still Saturday posts to link with you lately, but I’m blessed by the messages as I check out yours and the other posts. I’ll be back eventually.

    • Sandra says

      July 28, 2012 at 1:53 pm

      You are very good at finding analogies in life, Carol. And I love what you see here.

      I haven’t had a chance to come by to visit very often lately. I need to rectify that. I miss you.

  4. Kris says

    July 28, 2012 at 5:47 am

    What an amazing capture, definitly encouraging me to think on these things, and consider how and where my center is… blessings to you this weekend!

    • Sandra says

      July 28, 2012 at 1:55 pm

      Thanks, Kris. It’s made me consider where my center is, too. So often I think it’s me sending storm waves out to rock everything in their path.

  5. Martha Orlando says

    July 28, 2012 at 7:41 am

    Yes, an amazing image and the perfect picture of what it means to be centered in the Lord.
    Blessings!

    • Sandra says

      July 28, 2012 at 1:55 pm

      Thanks, Martha. Shine on!

  6. Sharon says

    July 28, 2012 at 9:10 am

    I’ve just discovered your blog…love it! I’m linking up with your post today. 🙂

    • Sandra says

      July 28, 2012 at 1:55 pm

      So glad to meet you, Sharon. Welcome!

  7. Monica Sharman says

    July 28, 2012 at 9:38 am

    The things you notice, Sandy!
    Now I want to go throw a rock in a pond. But that would require a hike, and I’m too tired. 🙂 So I’ll just gaze at your photo up there.

    • Sandra says

      July 28, 2012 at 1:56 pm

      🙂 🙂

  8. Gayle says

    July 28, 2012 at 10:31 am

    So healing. I am really enjoying this link up! It is helping me to remember, to be mindful of stillness and the healing we can find there.

    • Sandra says

      July 28, 2012 at 1:57 pm

      I’m so thrilled that you are finding a piece of stillness here, Gayle. It encourages me to know God uses it.

  9. Maureen says

    July 28, 2012 at 12:32 pm

    That is a beautiful photo. What a picture, the center, calm, still, rested while all around it is in ripples. Very interesting – your lines well spoken, a great lesson for all of us. Thanks!

    • Sandra says

      July 28, 2012 at 1:59 pm

      Thanks so much, Maureen. I’m still wondering why that calm center is there with the trees reflected in it. Maybe it’s there just for us to ponder! 🙂

  10. Linda says

    July 28, 2012 at 1:58 pm

    Beautiful thoughts Sandy. You have eyes that do indeed see deeply.

  11. Ellen Grace Olinger says

    July 28, 2012 at 2:52 pm

    Dear Sandra, Thank you, so lovely and some new thoughts to ponder. Good to be still. Blessings to all, Ellen

  12. Jennifer Creasy Richardson says

    July 28, 2012 at 2:54 pm

    that still calm center
    calls to me
    in such a vivid way.
    powerful image, friend.
    thank you,
    Jennifer

  13. Michelle DeRusha says

    July 28, 2012 at 3:31 pm

    Good question! You know, I’ve noticed that phenomena, too…but of course, have never really thought about it till now!

  14. Jenifer says

    July 28, 2012 at 6:05 pm

    Absolutely beautiful!

  15. Laurie Collett says

    July 28, 2012 at 6:57 pm

    Beautiful photo and post! May we all be centered in Him.
    Thanks for hosting the linkup & God bless,
    Laurie

  16. Megan Willome says

    July 29, 2012 at 6:32 am

    I’ve never seen anything like that.

    Someone told me the lakes up north have restrictions about power boats/jet skis. Maybe that’s the difference. Every lake down here is noisy an un-still.

  17. Sherrey Meyer says

    July 29, 2012 at 3:43 pm

    So lovely! I love the word “still.” It conjures up so many feelings of His presence when I am still.

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