Read His Words Before Ours!
The chaos screamed louder with every shrill screech of my 3-year-old.
He flung his body violently backwards despite my attempts to hold him.
My water cup flew as his foot knocked it from the counter, its crash adding to the epic disaster of my kitchen.
I was exhausted, frustrated, and knew I was quickly losing it.
I was too far behind, in too many things, the hurricane wave-like pressure to be more than I was, crashed down on me fast.
“Come away with me.”
The whisper in my heart offered an oasis, cool water in the tornadic fury of my hot emotions.
No, it wasn’t an audible voice, but it was one I had been learning ever more steadily to listen to. It was the voice of One who loved me, who delighted over me, and in that moment of supreme chaos that bordered on insanity, He called me away.
Not to more stuff.
Not to remind me of the important things I hadn’t done yet.
Not to chastise me for being angry.
He called me to come away.
With water dripping from the counter, the dog eating scraps on the floor, a dirty dish tower threatening to topple, smelly laundry spilling from the washer, crackers crunching under my feet, and 4 other children continuing to play in their shocking oblivion,
I obeyed the voice of my Savior.
Gathering my still shrieking preschooler, I turned a blind eye to it all, and with laser focus on the face of my Jesus, I ran upstairs, not caring in the slightest who called out after me for more snacks. I knew exactly where I was going.
As I hurried through my still messy bedroom, I grabbed my “pretty candle”, the one no one is supposed to touch, and a hidden matchbox. By the time I shoved my closet door closed behind me and the darkness quickly enveloped us, my little boy was still mad, but intrigued.
I struck the match, breathing in the acrid scent, my soul already quieting.
I knew Who was waiting for me and Whose presence I was entering.
“Look! Look!” I whispered to my dry-sobbing boy.
His eyes wide, tears gone, I held him as I began praying simple phrases.
I had learned that here, in the silence and solitude of this meeting place, short phrases packed with truth kept my heart and soul in the moment rather than wandering.
Truth anchored me in His presence.
“You are good. You are good. You are good.”
“You are for me. You are for me. You are for me.”
“You are glorious, Yahweh. You are glorious. Glorious.”
“Oh Majesty, Majesty, how breathtaking You are.”
“Majesty. Beauty. Grace.”
“Grace. Grace. Grace.”
“Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me, a sinner.”
“Lord Jesus. My Lord Jesus.”
Sometimes my words whispered, sometimes they flowed quickly as the Spirit moved, sometimes my tongue was still as I drank in the exquisite beauty of His presence.
Silent and still, holding my son, watching the light,
my soul was swept away by the Supreme Lover of my heart.
There was no magic in the candle, no extra-ordinary spiritual experience of my closet location, there was simply an invitation to sit in silence and behold Majesty.
Time seemed to stand still for both me and my son.
Eventually, like every mama-story, a knock beckoned from the other side of my closet door.
But my spirit didn’t sag in response, peace pervaded. Joy swept in.
Truth anchored my soul as my eyes had re-focused on the Glorious One.
The idea of Silence and Solitude as an actual discipline of the Christian walk had never ever occurred to me.
Quiet time where you sit and read Scripture, yes.
Journaling your prayers and thoughts during quiet time, yes.
But no one had ever taught me to practice Silence & Solitude.
The discovery literally revolutionized my entire walk with Jesus, taking me from the playful shores of Christianity into the deep-sea dive of intimacy with the Love of my Soul.
Practicing regular silence and solitude changed the entire trajectory of my life.
I can absolutely guarantee you that where I am today, how I see people, the ministries I’m involved in, and the way I commune with Jesus is a direct result of silence and solitude.
Yes, it’s that critical!
After reading selections from Ruth Barton’s book, “Invitation to Solitude & Silence”, I was flabbergasted that I had never heard of this aspect of Christianity and began adopting it immediately.
It wasn’t always my closet, it wasn’t always using a candle, but those became my favorites.
I’ve shared intentional silence with the Savior, glorying in His presence, in my car before driving to “next”, in my “God Time Chair” as my pen has stilled and all else fades as I simply sit with Him, listening and responding to His Spirit, or in bed before I fall asleep. This isn’t just being quiet and restful, it’s intentional prayer-focused intimacy as we are drawn in to deep worship!
In words on paper, it’s utterly indescribable.
Astoundingly, the invitation comes again and again as He invites me to know Him deeper, delight in Him more intimately, to call Him Abba Father, to sit with tears streaming at His all-surpassing glory, and to live in light of that glorious encounter.
Here’s the sweetest thing, Jesus longs for all of this with each of us!
It doesn’t matter what your doubts are, how long or how short you’ve believed in Him as Savior, or whether you’ve ever crossed the line of faith in the first place, His invitation beckons right now, right here, in the middle of your crazy, busy, messy everyday life.
Will you go to Him?!
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