‘You are my beloved Son; with you I am well pleased.‘ Mark 1:11 (ESV)
Who are we?
Questions of identity stir. The depth of that quest for self is confronting, and so we keep busy, we keep moving…
The world says βGo, go, go!β
So we run.

Sitting to stop (listening to Schubert with scrolling images of beauty provided by dear friend) Β© Beth Kennedy 2020
We run until the light of the day goes, and when it has we flick the switch for more light and we party, eat, see friends, turn on screens, call people, text, comment, blog, find other things to do… for we must… not…. dare…. keep… still…, even for one moment! If we stop, that issue of self may chase us down and face us off squarely, showing us we are merely a puff of smoke on the horizon of the earth…
So who are we?
Recently we have had to
sit
still
and just
for a moment
breathe…
βWhen can we get back to being busy?β we ask.
The silence in the stopping is, um, well, itβs, β¦. βuncomfortableβ.

Le Marque rose citrus fragrance on the wind Β©Beth Kennedy 2020
I stop.
I listen.
My breath, the wind in the trees, birds, neighbours banging doors, traffic, a baby crying at a nearby child care centre, the whirl of the train as it pulls into the station close to my home (the wind must be a northerly for me to hear that), a plane, builders making a buzzing noise with an unknown machine, another train, school bells… these are just some sounds I hear around me…
I stop again.
I look.
A white butterfly, white roses, purple salvia, the orange/gold pansies planted in March, sunshine, a fly, green leaves stirring in the winds, shadows, sunlight, the greying woodgrain on the table where I work. It seasons with the weather…
I stop.
I smell.
Heat of the day, wet grass in the sun, jasmine blended with the fragrance of roses, hints of citrus riding high on the warm northerly breeze of the day, fertiliser spread on newly planted gardenias…
I stop.
I taste.
The remains of an almond milk chai, combined with a sweet taste of honey comb and chocolate… βjust oneβ I say…
I stop.
I feel.
The heat on my skin, the hem of my dress briefly flutters across the skin of my leg in the breeze as I sit and write, the touch of the keys as I strike the keyboard, my hands are dry, my hair blows in the wind and tickles my face…
I stop.
IΒ know…
The world is groaning.
The earth vibrates to the sound of Creation – I hear it through my feet.
Life will go on, regardless of what I do, or donβt do (for even doing nothing is a choice).
… I know I am Beth…

Pot of Pansies – Joy Β© Beth Kennedy 2020
IΒ know I am loved – by husband, family, friends, God…
I knowΒ that regardless of what I do today, this day will pass. Use it for good, or not, again it is my choice…
I hope I use it for good…
BUT
The doing isn’t me, but neither are the sounds, sights, smells, tastes, feelings, knowings…
So who am I?
Am I a sum of these things?
The answer to that question is a journey deep within, and yet also beyond self. It is far; and yet the Answer is right there before us, asking us to stop, see, and knowβ¦
Where to start?
‘Itβs here’, He whispers:
βMy Beloved daughter,β
βMy Beloved son.β
The Father spoke over Jesus at the time of baptism:
‘You are my beloved Son; with you I am well pleased.‘ Mark 1:11 (ESV)
This declaration of love and acceptance comes before Jesus starts his ministry; before he starts the doing. Jesus has done nothing to earn His Fatherβs love… He IS loved – just for being. It is from this place of identity Jesus enters the desert, fasts, is tempted and then steps into ministry, into His lifeβs grand opus. Jesus holds firm to who he is and whose he is. From that place of understanding He knows who, Whose, and ultimately what he is called to do…
Mark 1:11…
β111 My beloved daughter; 111 My beloved son,β He whispers to us on the wind.
Do you hear Him?
Will you sit and hear His heart for you?
Will you stop long enough and allow Him to sing over you… love you as you rest in the nook of His arms?
Will you β…wait a little longerβ?
The quest to find out who we are, and so discover what we are called to do starts first with understanding we are His…
The age old question of βwhere do I come from, who am I?β is pivotal… it’s primal.
We discover the answer when we learn to sit and listen to His heart beat. In doing so we find that we are completely, utterly, and even recklessly loved by the Creator of the universe; and, it is in doing so that each of us will find ourselvesΒ because…
God is Good!
Β© Beth Kennedy 2020
The question of identity and purpose are interchangeable, and are revealed through process. We will be running groups to help people discover who and whose they are next year. If you are interested in these please contact us and we will let you know about any upcoming programs.
Sit, breathe and listen.
See what He says to you through this song:
‘A Little Longer‘ by Jenn Johnson
I particularly like the version on the album ‘We Believe‘ but I could not find an authorised website to link to that version. The version on the ‘We Believe‘ album is a little quieter, and I personally find it more poignant.
Love this piece, Beth! Beautifully written right from the heart…..
Dearest Nel, thank you. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment. I know you know this place π much love to you. Beth XXX
So beautiful Beth, thank you
Hi Carol. Thank you for reading and commenting π thinking of you and praying for you. Hope restrictions are working and youβre all ok πππππ
Indeed stopping is a God thing, we definitely need moments to be still and allow God to guide, lovely post.
Thank you for stopping by and reading π stopping is a God thing… as is going. Itβs the both/and but I think that perhaps you know this already. π
Thank you for the reminder that we are loved just for being. No to do list, no KPIs , just being. Just went outside to lie on my grass and breathe deeply. β€οΈ
Oh thatβs beautiful I love that image of lying down in green pastures π thank you for reading π β₯οΈ