As a young believer, I struggled to keep the spiritual disciplines. I knew I was “supposed to” read the Word every morning and pray. Yet, even 15 minutes of quiet seemed impossibly long.
Today, years later, I spend an hour each morning and long for more time to spend in quiet pursuit of the Lord. When did that happen? What changed my heart from duty to desire? Well, it happened gradually – the slow bloom of love. The more I learned about the Lord through His Word and experience with Him, the more I loved Him. The more I loved Him, the more I desired to spend time with Him.
Every season has looked differently, of course. When I had children in the home, I could snatch only moments in the mornings. I found it necessary to get out of the house to spend alone time with my Jesus. I retreated to my church or a park one morning a week. I spent that time reading and writing, praying, and worshiping.
A contented sigh fills my chest as I reflect on those peaceful and restorative times. I’m encouraged as I recall many heart-rending situations that God carried me through. I smile at the sweet memories of His tender love and care.
Yes, my God and I have endured storms and struggles together. We have carried others in prayer. Worship and wonder have knit our hearts together. And our “together” story is just beginning.
My season of raising children is over. I have ample time with the Lord in the quiet of my own home. Still, I love taking advantage of worship and prayer opportunities with other believers; it encourages my spirit to be among others who love Him as much as I do.
Maybe you are in that busy season of life when even 15 minutes seems impossible. Let me encourage you to persist. Even a few moments alone with the Lover of your soul can be the rendezvous you need. Each clandestine meeting fuels your desire for the next. Soon, you will find creative and clever ways to be alone with your God and King . . . and long for more.