“Be still, and know that I am God.” — Psalm 46:10
The evening hours offer something the chaos of daylight cannot: space.
Space to breathe. Space to think. Space to simply be without the weight of doing.
Tonight, as the day folds into darkness, consider this: God speaks in the quiet.
Not in the frantic pace of morning meetings. Not in the endless scroll of news feeds. But in the stillness — when the house is quiet, when the noise fades, when you finally pause.
The Psalmist knew this. “Be still.” It’s not a suggestion — it’s an invitation. An invitation to step out of the current and into the calm. To remember that you are not your productivity. You are not your inbox. You are not the weight of tomorrow’s worries.
You are loved. You are seen. You are held.
So tonight, take five minutes. Put down the phone. Close your eyes. And simply be still.
The fruit of the Spirit — peace — isn’t found in escaping chaos, but in resting in the One who calms the storm.
Peace. The third fruit. Not the absence of trouble, but the presence of God in the middle of it.