And my people shall dwell in a peaceable habitation, and in sure dwellings, and in quiet resting places;
Well this week At the Well Amy Bayliss shows us a beautiful study center she has where she meets God. Oh that I could live with such organization. I admire her secret place and could easily covet if I allowed myself too. You see, if I had such a desk with all of my books so nice, my hubby would take my favorite and run off with it. Anything I love, he loves . If my family knew that MY time was between 6-7 am, they would invariably havea NEED to fellowship with Momma at just that time. My family is used to having Momma at their beck and call. And since my parents were never around enough, being at my children’s beck and call has been one of my life’s goals. I love for them to have the security of me always being available. However just because I can’t do things as nice as Amy does, does not give me an excuse to not have time with my Savior. In fact I would never WANT an excuse. I don’t fellowship with the Lord because I have to, I fellowship with God because that is what I live for. And I would be of no value to anyone I love if I didn’t fellowship with Him.
So when I talk about meeting God in a secret place I do mean secret. Hubby takes a walk with God on our farm once or twice a day. He is usually gone about an hour and NO ONE interrupts unless it s life or death, literally. But I can’t do that, I don’t even walk to the mailbox without someone begging to trail along. and that is Ok. So where is my secret place? More often than not, it is in the middle of the night. The Lord often wakes me up and I pray, and pray. My other favorite place is in the shower. Sounds funny huh? But there is something about getting clean physically that inspires my relationship with Him. His Word tells us to be real, naked if you will. And while that means spiritually unclothed, it also fits physically. You can’t hide from His correction, or rebuke or overwhelming love in the shower. And no one notices your tears. I don’t know about you, but I often cry when I pray. Not sad tears, although it depends, sometimes if it is a desperate prayer for help their may be sad tears. But more often than not they are just, “I am so in awe of your goodness” tears. And HE TALKS TO ME in the shower. I like that.
My good friend Kimberly Eddy has a great book on this subject called
If you are having a hard time finding YOUR place, I would highly recommend it.