Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the man who takes refuge in him. – Psalm 34:8
It’s the little things in life that brings us joy. Perhaps a good book, a quiet time, a good cup of coffee – we all have that one little pleasure that we look forward to on a daily basis. For me, it’s finding that opportune time to sit still, remain motionless for a few minutes, ponder. This is the time I spend with the Father.
I’ve often said, that God wakes me up every morning. It’s true. I don’t have an alarm clock by the bed. The television has an automatic clock that flips it on at 6:00 a.m., but the truth of the matter is, I’m two hours into my quiet time before it clicks to on.
For example. I’m sound asleep, snug as a bug in a rug, when I feel like someone is shining a 1000 watt light in my face. I roll over and the light intensifies. Cracking open one eye, I realize it really is a bright light. I cocked my head to the side peering out the window. Bigger than life, hangs the moon – full, bright, enormous. I crawl to my knees and lift the blinds fully open. The shape filled my window completely and I could have sworn I felt the warmth from the soft yellow glow. The pale circle appeared somewhat misty, and silhouettes of early morning birds darted back and forth. Now that’s a great way to wake in the morning. Had I have slept until the television kicked on, I would have missed this awesome sight.
It’s the little things that bring us pleasure. I find I miss those joys when I opt out of my “God time.” It’s easy to get busy with life, failing to make the opportunity to visit with the Father. These days I seek Him a bit deeper, long for His presence in my day. I find I miss Him when I skip our morning chats. It’s becoming increasingly more important that I have this time – personal and private. I have Him all to myself. Here, in this moment, God leans back in the other computer chair and props His feet on the desk. He pushes the chair just enough to rock, and I hear his voice offer me instruction. Sometimes we chat, other times we just sit. Those are the times I feel Him lean forward and rest his arm on the back of my chair, watching what I type on the computer screen, saying, “Naw, backspace, not a good word choice.”
This morning time is my chance to taste the love of God, seek His blessings, and find my refuge. Is it joyous every morning? I have to say, no. There are times when we spat. I have my mind made up, but then so does God, and for the most part, I go down kicking and screaming. Overall, I’ve become addicted to these precious moments God carves out in His day just for me. He wants me to taste His presence, seek His love. It’s a reward.
This morning God woke me up to see the moon. “What did you think?” He asked.
“Awesome.” I replied. His chair squeaked as His leaned back.
“Ready to work?”
“Yep. Got my Nestle’s Quik right here.”
“Good. Here’s what’s on my mind.”
Prayer: Lord, wake me to show me Your secrets.