Day Twenty Nine

I’m begin­ning to notice that unsched­uled, impromptu meet­ings add a flare of spe­cial­ity to my time with friends.  In fact, it makes my time with God more spe­cial as well.  To sim­ply feel His prompt­ing and know that its time He and I kneel down and talk.  I have four spe­cial places where I meet with God.  I’d love to tell you where they are, but I don’t want to ruin His sur­prises for me there.  You can prob­a­bly guess, if you know me very well, where at least two or three of these places are; and could guess all four if you spend enough time with me.  Frankly, I’m just glad that after all the dumb things I’ve done, God still wants to meet with me there.

I meet Him in a quiet place, after the last note fades to silence.

I meet Him in a holy place, where I can lay my bur­dens at His feet.

I meet Him in a dark place, where only His light can been seen.

I meet him in a spe­cial place, where only He can give me peace.

Find God in your hid­ing place tonight — count your bless­ing; praise His name; clean your slate and then fall asleep with Him on your mind.  Let God give you rest.  If He should wake you in the night and bring a name to mind, don’t hes­i­tate to talk with Him, they may need your prayers tonight.

See you tomor­row.  Godspeed.