Meeting God in the quiet place

Ahh!

Here you are, God.
Waiting for me in this quiet place.

You’ve been calling to me all week,
whenever I made time to watch the sunset or smelled the freshly-cut grass.
When I took pictures of the cherry blossoms
and admired the beauty of a lake shimmering blue and crystal under a bright sun,
that’s where you were.

You were waiting in my moments of wakefulness and sleepiness,
waiting as my first and last thoughts of every day.
There your Spirit whispered prayers for me to the God of heaven.
When I felt fatigue,
you assured me that you would sustain me.
When I felt fear,
you whispered that you would protect me.
When I felt worry,
you promised you would make all things work together for good.

All with your quiet, reassuring presence.

You were waiting here,
on a day I’ve singled out to meet you.
Out here in the sun and the vastness of a quiet setting
where I’ve made time to sit with you
and hear what you have to say.

And this is what you said.

Hello, dear one.
I’ve been waiting for you.
I’ve been calling your spirit to join mine.
I’m so elated that you came.
I just want to be with you.
I want you to know me like I know you,
completely, fully, and without confusion or judgment,
without fear.
I love you perfectly.

And I know you love me as perfectly as you can.
It’s why you came to meet me today,
so I can perfect that love a little more.

It only happens in the quiet moments,
in the silence of vulnerability
and the freedom of worship,
that you feel me,
understand me,
and find me.

Ahh! I’m so pleased you came.
Let’s revel in our time together.

Amen.

“My heart is not proud, Lord, my eyes are not haughty; I do not concern myself with great matters or things too wonderful for me. But I have calmed and quieted myself, I am like a weaned child with  its mother; like a weaned child I am content.” Psalm 131:1-2