He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High
Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress;
My God, in Him I will trust.”
How quickly we forget the lessons Christ has taught us in the past. The lessons of faith and trust. That we can trust Him no matter what. Within days I seemed to have forgotten that I was waiting at the bus stop with Jesus. Both spiritual and natural seasons of winter began to weigh on me as I endured the short days and long nights. I desired to meet Him in the morning but my body chose sleep instead. God heard the desire of my heart and had mercy on me this morning. Around 3:30 am after I tossed and turned and tried my hardest to get back to sleep, I gave in and got on my knees.
And nothing else mattered.
All that mattered was that I was His. I am His. He flooded my soul with love and warmth surpassing that of the cold outside my window. I buried my head inside His bosom and was at rest. Just like John with Jesus (John 13:22-24). And then I was reminded that the greatest gift in this season of my life is time with Him. Quality time. Serious time. With Him. And not to take that for granted. Because it’s rare and precious and worth so much.
I’m rare and precious and worth so much.
And so are you.
Let’s be intentional and proactive about going to that secret place. Let’s not take for granted that it will always be there. Because then, we won’t frequent it as often as we were intended to.