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I close my eyes and listen to the background songs of nature. Cicadas, crickets and birds join the choir with the basses of squirrels and sometimes soundless ducks lazily floating across the nearby river.
I lift my face to the east as the sun rises and travels silently through the morning clouds, ever so often bursting through and caressing my face with it’s gentle rays.
Periodically, I open my eyes to watch blades of grass ripple and the tree branches sway gently, and I thank You, Lord, for that same breeze that swings a wayward strand of my hair across my cheek. And I feel so blessed!
My heart empties out its worries and fears in the bliss of Your sanctuary, this awesome peace that is leading my soul to worship You.
Your Word laying open on my lap, I saturate my soul with it’s truth and sweetness, and I lament the future distractions of my day that will attempt to pull me away from this quietude.
But now is ours, together, and I bask in it’s beauty and perfection as I give You all my praise for this sweet tryst and separate myself from busyness and overloaded schedules.
I again shut my eyes and daydream of past simple pleasures: the lapping of the waves under me against the dock while I watch the sun rise in a secluded vacation spot, the eagle in the highest branch of the tallest tree across the lake with it’s magnificent majestic wingspan taking flight across the gray-blue sky. And I remember the heron tentatively folding up its leg, standing so still at the bank’s edge. And a fish jumps out a ways and splashes while a couple of seagulls wing their way low across the water’s surface.
Another scene skims across the surface of my memory where the brilliant kaleidoscope of mixed colors surrounding the nature trail from autumn’s offerings takes my breath away. Wildflowers dance in and out of the tall trees’ shadows, their muted colors blending into the backdrop of foliage as scattered, crisp leaves drift hither and yon across the uneven path. This was my place, my Mecca, Your sanctuary. And, as the unique odors of damp earth and vegetation permeate my senses, I worshiped You there, too.
And I bathe myself in serenity and sublime peace as I rinse my sins with Your shed blood, resting in promised forgiveness and grace. My soul rises through the clouds of redemption and I inhale the unmatchable sense of Your keeping power.
Alas, I stop this reverie as the clashing cymbals of an awakening human world penetrate my consciousness. A delivery truck plodding down the street, teenagers’ blaring base-ridden music crashing as they meander to the school bus stop . . . a mother’s sharp voice reprimanding her willful child . . . a neighbor’s lawn mower rambling . . . an airplane marking up the horizon. A dog barks his loneliness as his master leaves for work, and I know it is time to leave to join this human world of manifold cares and agitations.
I pray for sensitivity to the Holy Spirit’s nudging as I travel among friends and strangers during the activities of the day. And, I rise and turn by back on this sacred special spot to take up my duties and responsibilities awarded me to further Your kingdom.
I stop myself from lamenting the leave-taking, realizing the importance of balance between these two worlds of mine that I strive to mesh together for His glory, and whisper a prayer that I will be willing to sacrifice my agendas for His greater purposes.
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