Yesterday I was anxious. I'm not a very anxious person, yet my heart couldn't help but feel restless. My big, strong, warm heartfelt small and fragile. It was as though my heart was broken glass pieced together with children's glue.

And my chest. My chest was tight. It felt as though the weight of the world was starting to compress the only barrier strong enough to protect this vulnerable heart. As my chest grew tighter, my heart became more anxious, threatening to shatter into a million pieces.

I tried my hardest to mask how I was feeling. I tried to smile. I tried to occupy my mind in hopes of replacing restlessness with peace, but I lacked the capability of eliminating this feeling I tried so hard to ignore.

I'm a happy person. I don't enjoy the feeling of restlessness and tension, but yet I just couldn't figure out how to rid myself of this emotional burden.

So what did I do? I opened my maps on my phone, chose a place in Virginia, got in my car, and I drove. I had no clue where I was going. I'd never heard of the town I was going to, but I just needed to go.

I drove nearly 2 hours on the backroads of Tennessee and Virginia without cellphone service. I passed houses and buildings, and my mind played little flashbacks in my head as if I had passed these places before. I didn't think much of it though. I was just driving to clear my mind.

As I drove through the mountains, it began to grow dark and I still had no clue where I was or where exactly I was going. I prayed, asking God for service at my destination so I could get home safely.

God did more than that.

As I pulled up to a small town, I got my cellphone service back. I still had no clue where I was but was still a mile out from my destination. I continued to drive. Less than a quarter of a mile from my destination I rolled up on a four-way traffic light with a gas station and McDonald's on one side, and a small overpass on the other.

I knew exactly where I was.

Between the ages of 15 and 18, I spent my best summers at a camp in a small town called Wise. I was only thirty minutes away.

I turned my GPS off and began driving to my home away from home. On the way there, up at the top of a mountain, there is a beautiful overlook on the side of the road. Driving up to one of my favorite overlooks, the sun began to shine through the grey cloudy skies.

I came up to the walkway of the overlook, and the restlessness I tried so hard on my own to replace was suppressed by the Lord's peace.

The small voice inside of my heart said "Be Still My Child".
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Yesterday when I started driving, I didn't know what my heart needed, I just knew I needed to drive.

But God.

God knew the very place I'd allow my heart to rest and took me on an adventure to get there. I needed just to be still.

So, to the person with the lingering restless heart that won't settle down, listen to the still small voice inside of you and follow it. That still small voice is a blessing from the Lord, leading you to the place where your heart can rest.