In this technically advanced society, my bible and journal are still a place of solace for me. You have your laptops, notebooks, IPADS and on and on...I'm sure something new is in the labs being perfected as you are reading this!Don't get me wrong. I have a kindle, pc, cell phone and enjoy all of the wonderful Christian mysteries and thrillers I can get my hands on to read. Yet, there is nothing like a pen in my hand writing scripture, tucked in my favorite arm chair or outdoor swing communing with my God. The leather on my journal is soft, pliable and organic. In the quiet with my Lord, I can pour out the worries for my family, concerns for a world that is going mad, petition for those who are in crisis. Somehow, He takes the time through His Holy Spirit to surround me with His presence. He takes away my pain, reveals to me His perception of a matter. Maybe, it is the mere act of sitting in the chair, I can see Jesus putting his feet up and gazing at me with love in his eyes, waiting for me to speak. He has been there in my deepest sorrows. He has danced with me through many a trial when it seemed that there was no other soul on earth that could possibly know my pain. He has loved me through times when I was most unloveable. He has been there when each of my daughters were placed in my shaking and exhausted hands. Our oldest daughter endured colic from infancy to about six months. Yet, God whispered "peace". If any of you knows anything about colic, it is painful and the poor child afflicted with it screams non stop no matter the rocking or swaddling. Yet, peace is the word that I hold onto for this dear daughter of mine. She has struggled and fought her way through many difficulties, personal turmoil. My mom once told me that life is especially hard for the "feelers". Lindsey is definitely a "feeler", an artist. She is our absorber of everything that is overstimulating. It's no wonder that she prefers quiet and the company of only a blessed few. If there is a qualifying characteristic of Lindsey, it is that she is exceptionally gifted and excels at whatever she puts her hand to. Our second born, Rachel is a lamb. She was born in utter silence and remains the gentle quiet one to this day. She graduated from Temple University this year after four intense years of working hard and playing hard. When she was born, I heard the Father say, "Majesty". It was in the one word I knew Rachel, the lamb, would display God's majesty in a way that would leave us speechless. It is an achievement for her to graduate this summer with a degree in environmental science. God's glory and grace are upon her. Rebecca was born after three days of laboring. I began strong, walking the halls of the hospital, one of seven women who came in to give birth. Becca was born last, hours later at three in the morning. We were in the midst of a drought at the time, and just as she was being born, someone said," it is raining outside". Then, I heard the Father say, "refreshing". Since that time, Becca has been and always will be that person who breaks through the oppression of life's sorrows. She is the joy that comes after a season of sorrow.
I write to you about these three gifts to my husband and I because I could not have been the mom that I am without that time with my Father. He speaks to my heart about his heart for the hurting. He waits for me to come to spend time with Him. It's not always easy shutting off the noise surrounding me. But, when I think of the untold riches just waiting to be discovered, the nuggets of truth to guide me through the dark times, I go. It's not just in the pain, it is also in the desire to worship Him. When I sense His Spirit calling me there is no greater pull on this earth.
It's like sitting on the coastline, surveying the tides sucking in the waves only to crash back on the shoreline. It's like that sense of peace on a warm balmy night sitting on the back porch swinging with your loved one in silence, knowing that you are loved. It's like watching the first crystal snowflake drifting on a Christmas morning with the expectation that Santa left you your heart's desire under the Christmas tree.
Only better. And, more wonderful, magical, precious.
Time with the Father. There is no greater gift to us, no greater calling. It's no wonder that the world has all of it's fancy gadgets and glittery snares. Yet, once you taste the fullness of what He has for you, there is no turning back. He takes me to a place where I am "undone." And, there is nothing else in the world for me.
My prayer for you is for you to know the Father's love. He will sweep you off your feet, if you let Him. Go to that place of worship, He will find you there.