Lord, you have been our dwelling placethroughout all generations.[Ps 90:1]
From a young age, it seems most of my time has been spent surrounded by people. Why, I even had a companion in utero.
I started working at a young age and practically every job I’ve ever had involved serving people. Sometimes extremely large crowds even.
The majority of my waking hours includes others. You’d think, having said all that, that I’m a real people person. And I do love them. But, I so cherish solitude. I am far more content to be alone -- with God.
When I start to feel a little edgy or frazzled, I know I’m overdue for time alone. I
l-o-n-g for it. To the point of grumpiness.
Maybe that’s why this blog is so important to me. It’s my time alone with God and His Word. A place where I can withdraw daily into a Quiet Place. My Dwelling Place.
When the house is abuzz with kids as I cook supper, I withdraw mentally to my Dwelling Place. Same goes when there is an abundance of noise and activity, in rush hour traffic or on the soccer field. Some may call it escapism, but to me it’s the place where my heart truly dwells.
I try to seize every opportunity to be alone with God. To momentarily, mentally transport to that Dwelling Place. Keeping plugged in by listening to praise and worship music throughout the day. As I hop from one group gathering to the next, I steal away to be alone with Him as I transport. Prayer on-the-go keeps me connected until my next rendezvous with Him. Whether walking with Him in public places bustling with people; abiding in Him in a crowded room; taking noticing of His handi-work around me, they are all ways to withdraw from this space of living to the place where I truly live – my Dwelling Place.
Recently I felt drained and worn out. Frequently I entertained thoughts of getting away by myself to be alone with God in some secluded spot. Just Him, me, my Bible, pen and paper. Sleep, read, pray, meditate. Get rejuvenated, refreshed, renewed. Instead, I volunteered to go on a youth retreat as a chaperone.
After a weekend with a group of teens and no sleep, I felt more rested than ever! I would steal away in the early morning hours to my Dwelling Place. In the dark before dawn I would take my flashlight and my Bible and tip-toe outside. To sacred communion. To life being breathed in me. In a room filled with people in worship, I would steal away – mentally – to be alone with my Dwelling Place. I went away that weekend to share Him with a large group of others only to be alone with Him. Sweet moments at a time.
When people and schedules demand my presence, I am still in His Presence. I can show up all the places I need to be and always remain in my Dwelling Place. You’ve got one, too. It’s the same One I have. It’s everywhere you go, too.
Splendor and majesty are before You, Father, strength and joy are in Your dwelling place. Thank You for ALWAYS being there. The place where I can steal away to be alone with You.