– Secret Place Insights –
Dear One, supposedly, after Ron and I having had spent over three hours at Urgent Care on Memorial Day, I was given a treatment and all the medication that I might need for asthmatic bronchitis. I left confident that I had received compassionate, as well as, excellent medical care, and with enough medication to hopefully quell each of my symptoms.
But there was one important component for healing that they could not give me through way of prescription, for it was spiritual. But, if they had prescribed it, it would have read something like this:
Rise early. Take daily – large amounts of time alone with God.
But it would not have helped, for it would not have happened. I was too ill for that. I was battling fever, bouts of coughing, weakness, trembling, and various yuck, some of which are still plaguing me as I write this. Rising early was not happening.
For those of you who don’t have the habit, you are probably thinking what I once thought. “Well, what’s the big deal. You can pray anytime.” I so get that. That’s the only way I prayed for nearly two decades.
So after days of no quiet-time with God, I finally woke early, feeling rested. With anticipation, I rushed to the door of my quiet-time place, and then suddenly stopped. I needed a moment to consider that I was about to step into the Holy of Holies. It felt as though it had been forever since I had been solely focused on God. I was excited.
When I began to sing my morning song to Him, my bronchial tubes were so inflamed I could barely get out a whisper, but as bad as I sang, He still enveloped the room with His Presence. His holiness fell with the purity of fresh snow, and the warmth of the sun. I sat in awe. Feeling that the pitifully whispered song had not conveyed to Him all that I wanted, I pulled out the hymnal. I could no longer whisper, but I could sing silently to Him, and I did, each word as reverently as I ever had. Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord God almighty! Early in the morning our songs shall rise to Three. Tears fell, I was so very grateful to finally be alone with our true Healer and Guide. And after reading His Word, and prayer, I was strengthened in places that the meds could not reach.
What took place over those sick days was what always happens when I do not place God first. I began to allow the ‘worldly’ to take His place in my heart, mind and soul. It happened just a little bit at a time. I began to think less about God and His will, and began thinking of me, of Ron, of others, of things, not that that is all necessarily bad, but it can be. Worldly ways can so quickly work into our beings, drowning out God’s call for that day.
I left the room, and when I did, I was highly aware that I did not leave alone, for our Healer and Guide walked out with me, beside me, in front of me, behind me, above me, below me. The day would be centered, centered on God.
So what happened the next morning? I felt worse. I did not rise early, but I was acutely aware of what I had missed. But I also knew that I would meet my Spiritual Healer and Guide, again, as soon as this body was able. For it is during such precious time that the Father gifts His children with one of His finest gifts, the Gift of Himself.
“If you then, though you are evil, know how to give
good gifts to your children, how much more will
your Father in heaven give the Holy Spirit to
those who ask Him!” Luke 11:13
Blessings for another week,
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