Here's what I'm thinking right now:
Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Santo. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper, et in saecula saeculmorum. Amen.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit. As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.
Our lives are so contrary to the words of that ancient prayer. Things that stay the same feel stagnant. Unfilled time feels like wasted time. Being still is inconsistent with the messages bombarding us from the world around us - honestly, how many red lights can blink at me every hour demanding my attention and energy?
Experiment for the next 30 days: I'm going to say those words and find time to be still. After all, even God found pleasure in a job well-done and rested on the seventh day. It is my personal theory that rest shouldn't be saved for the seventh day, but treasured when it happens. The Pharisees tried to punish Jesus for working on the Sabbath. There were some people who missed the meaning in the message!
Go. Be still. Know God.