Sometime in February:
Yes, I know I should get up and get ready for work but I am glued to the bed. The house is quiet. The cat isn’t meowing. The hubs is snoring ever so lightly.
Here in the quiet, I am meeting with my Savior. Tears form into puddles as I pray He comforts a friend who is losing her mom. They speak my remorse for past decisions and wisdom to make better decisions today. Wordless groans are offered up to Heaven because the mother that I want to be and the mother that I am are sometimes two very different people.
Fears over new beginnings and endings and somewhere-in-betweenings.
In the quiet is where we meet.
Fast-forward to today:
It’s lunch time and I’ve stolen away from the hustle and bustle to quiet my spirit.
It’s just me, an empty ball field, and these two guys. Yes, these two wasps hovering in my car with me.
Have you ever noticed how many encounters with God were in the quiet? Away from the hustle, bustle, and noise?
Psalm 27:5 says, “For in the day of trouble He will conceal me in His tabernacle; In the secret place of His tent He will hide me; He will lift me up on a rock.”
That doesn’t mean we’re heading into God’s actual tent. It means his space. We’re heading into a secret, personal space with God. And we can’t do that as we multitasking the rest of our lives, smart phones in one hand, laptop in the other, stirring supper as you scroll, only half listening to whatever child needs you at the moment. Coming to a secret place is not just location, but a spirit.
If you’re struggling, or wandering, or just need to get back to center, ask yourself how long it’s been since you entered into God’s secret place. I know He’s ready to meet you there.