Be Still. Go Slow. Let God Be God.
“Be still, and know that I am God.” — Psalm 46:10
Lately, everything has felt loud.
The news.
The opinions.
The urgency.
The pressure to respond.
The pressure to get it right.
The pressure to do more.
And if I’m honest — my brain doesn’t help. I have ADHD. My mind loves motion. It loves fixing. It loves solving. It loves inserting my hands into everything and trying to make it better, cleaner, clearer, more efficient.
But recently, when the political noise felt especially heavy and my to-do list felt suffocating, I sensed the gentlest nudge from the Lord:
Be still.
Not: Research more. Post more. Fix more. Perfect more.
Just — be still.
And know that He is God.
When Your Calendar Is Full of “Important”
Right now, our family is navigating and reevaluating Harris’s therapies. If you’re an autism mom, you know what that means.
Research.
Phone calls.
Insurance.
Second-guessing yourself.
Wondering if you’re doing too much… or not enough.
My weeks are filled with driving to school, driving to therapy, sitting in waiting rooms, watching, learning, advocating. My time is measured in appointment slots and commute times. There are moments when I feel the weight of it all — the responsibility, the decisions, the constant assessment of “Is this the right fit?”
It’s holy work. But it’s heavy work.
And in the middle of it, the world keeps shouting too. It’s enough to make any woman feel like she’s drowning in urgency.
Urgency Is Not the Same as Obedience
We live in a culture that baptizes urgency. Everything feels like it must be handled immediately. Every opinion must be shared. Every task must be completed perfectly. Every decision must be optimized. But urgency is not the same thing as obedience.
Sometimes obedience looks like stepping back.
Sometimes faith looks like quiet.
Sometimes wisdom looks like going slow — even when the world is speeding up.
I began to notice something shifting in me.
Less urgency to get everything right.
Less panic about responding to every headline.
Less pressure to perform.
And more awareness of the baby in my arms. This month, Isla Grace turned seven months. Seven months. I blinked and we are here. And I realized something:
Holding her is more important than holding an argument.
Rocking her is more important than refreshing Instagram.
Memorizing her cheeks matters more than mastering the algorithm.
These days are fleeting. And I do not want to trade holy moments for hurried ones.
Going Slow While Doing Important Things
Slowing down doesn’t mean we stop caring.
We still show up.
We still drive to therapies.
We still advocate.
We still vote.
We still speak when God asks us to speak.
But we don’t have to live in a constant state of adrenaline. For me, going slow has looked like:
• Praying in the car instead of spiraling.
• Sitting in the waiting room without trying to multitask.
• Letting a text wait.
• Not having a hot take.
• Closing the laptop.
• Watching the baby breathe.
It has meant admitting that I do not have to fix the country while I’m trying to faithfully raise my children. God is sovereign. He is not frantic. He is not behind. He is not overwhelmed.
And if He is not frantic… maybe I don’t have to be either.
For Every Season
If you are a mom in the thick of therapy schedules, sports practices, carpool lines, or IEP meetings — You are allowed to pause.
If you are an older woman carrying decades of responsibility — You are allowed to slow down.
If you are single and building a life that doesn’t look like you imagined — You are not behind.
Stillness is not stagnation. It is surrender. It is saying:
“God, I trust You more than I trust my own striving.”
A Prayer for the Woman Who Is Tired
Jesus,
When everything feels loud, teach me to be still.
When my calendar is full and my heart feels stretched, remind me You are sovereign.
When I want my hands in everything, gently remove them.
Help me go slow enough to notice the miracles in my own life.
Keep me from trading presence for performance.
Anchor me in You — not in the noise.
Amen.