But I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child with its mother,

like a weaned child is my soul within me. Ps 131:2 NIV

When I was in China I was amazed at the noise of the city in which I lived. I averaged about three hours of sleep a night and it took its toll on me. People would argue until all hours of the night. I could only imagine what they were arguing about as I lay awake desperately trying to get to sleep.

Then my mind would remember a song and that would keep me awake even further, as the song would unmercifully repeat itself over and over again. For hours I would stay awake while attempting to do things that I thought would help me sleep.

I even tried to read Leviticus, in the Bible, figuring that would help me grow weary enough to get some sleep. Last Sunday, at my church services, I listened to the drummer who played the cymbals; bless his heart, accompanying a song on the drums. The cymbals sounded like a cacophony in my ears. It bothered me.

He has suffered from some form of cancer I think, but he has the determination to play for Jesus if both his arms were afflicted---I admired that feeling. I felt the same way in China. If the devil takes all of my mobility (and I thought that might happen), then I would become a wheelchair bound prayer warrior.

Nothing could happen to me that would stop my working for Jesus. I have been healed so much that I cannot shut it off---- this bragging about the Lord Jesus.

Still the noise of this Pentecostal service gave rise to the thought that if God wanted to talk back to us, would He be able, or would we silence the very person we are praising?

The last three days I have been asked by the Lord to quiet down my exuberance for Him. As I read the above passage, it was reaffirmed in my mind today and I felt so full of the Spirit of God when I read this today.

I have been seeing a cardiologist, and he told me last week that I was to try and live as stress free as I possibly could. I have been having some personality disturbances with some people, and I have stopped going to the little church group that was closest to me. I have stopped seeing some people who are young and immature in the faith and …

The change in my blood pressure has been dramatic.

I am not recommending that people not go to church, but the quieter type of church is where I am headed for my own health. Not letting things go to the last minute, or accepting changes at the last minute, which I am usually willing to do, are going to be a thing of the past.

This is crucifying the flesh for a different reason, or is it saving the flesh?