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I look up and see him standing on a rocky ledge where the path abruptly moves upward. I walk over to the steep incline where Jesus looks down from the ledge and extends his hand to grasp mine. Leaning on my walking stick with one hand, I reach for Jesus with the other. With a firm grip he effortlessly lifts me up and over the boulders to the place he stands. I feel his calloused hand holding mine–he doesn’t let go.

The Scripture says, "Be still and know that I am God" (Psalm 46:10). What happens when I pause to attend to God, to listen, to simply be still before God? What would take place if I did not control my conversation with God with a multitude of words (however meaningful and important)? When the inevitable onslaught of distractions comes what would emerge if I relinquished each one, turning my attention back to God, again and again?