For us to move deeply into God’s deep movement in us, “whose margins are God’s margins,” as R. S. Thomas puts it, the senses must learn to abide in stillness.

Once possessed, we must steady ourselves habitually in order to see the way we were meant to. For some, stillness will not suffice. The stillness must mature into an inner quiet—the noise of the exterior world ricocheting off your flesh. To cultivate habits of rest, we must discern what noise has found a way to penetrate our soul. And as we detect