Last month, I spent over four hours in a courthouse with little to do except wait. “Draining,” texted a friend when I let her know the experience was over. “Not too bad,” I replied.
The more I thought about waiting to testify at a hearing, the more I decided the experience was better than “Not bad.” In fact, it was quite nice. My resting heart rate for the day was 50, the lowest of the week.
So, what “little” did I do? Small talk with my husband. Additional small talk with my friend’s father, whom I had just met. Walk down the long, long hall a couple of times to get water but really to peek at an opposing witness. Eat breaded chicken pieces from the courthouse cafeteria. Sit quietly at a table when not performing those small endeavors.
Sitting still in a quiet place is underrated. Solemness and reverence permeated both the place and the few people walking by. So restful.
I am wondering how to replicate—in my daily life—the experience of sitting quietly, reverently, for a peaceful break.
Be still, and know that I am God. Psalm 46:10
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