“You need to find your calm place.”– Ezekiel

A stressful day found me at home. Our new phones had arrived, but things were not going smoothly. My old phone had not transferred over (and was only partially back up in the cloud — I am too cheap to pay for more space), so I was inputting all kinds of information. Then I lined up the screen protector. A foolish move to do this while kids were eating around me… though I had polished the screen, something landed between it and the protective cover. I gritted my teeth, pulled off the cover. They are made out of thin glass, which splintered and crumplied in my frustrated hand. I do need a calm place.

But to get there, I have to stop. Which is the exact opposite of what I actually do. Instead of pausing, I work ever harder to fix everything. And everything continues to splinter and crumble — including me. Then, with a matter of fact tone, Ezekiel told me what to do. The wisdom of a six year old (or maybe the wisdom of his Kindergarten teacher), brought me to a standstill. At my wits end… I let go of control.

^{Psalm 107:27} “They reeled and staggered like drunkards; they were at their wits’ end. ²⁸ Then they cried out to the Lord in their trouble, and he brought them out of their distress. ²⁹ He stilled the storm to a whisper…