You’ll Never Guess What I Found!

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      This morning I crawled up into my Father’s arms.  Daddy was waiting for me.  I didn’t particularly feel like meeting with my Father, but He wanted to meet with me.  You see, I needed to feel His embrace.  I needed to lay aside everything I thought was important and just be me.  He knew that.  He has been calling me to a new place of intimacy.  I’ve called this season lonely; He’s called it longing.  I’ve called this season barren; He’s called it fertile.  I’ve called it frustrating; He’s called it pruning. 

     Last Saturday I tried my best to find someone to hang out with and my plans did not work out.  I took a risk and called a friend right after my workout at Curves.  Willie had gone to pick up his mentee for an outing.   I thought, “I know it’s the last minute, but I’ll call anyway.  Just maybe she’s home and will pick up the phone.  I hope I haven’t missed her.”  Well, she did not answer.  The thought came to call her cell number, but I didn’t want to interrupt her if she already had something going on.  “Darn it, I missed her.  Well, I’ll just find that place called “Queen of Hearts” in Buford.  I hear it’s right next door to “Hobby Lobby.”  I can go there and venture out a little.  I might just find a treasure.  I need to do something with that powder room downstairs.  Besides, I refuse to stay home today.”

     When I arrived at the shopping center, I was amazed to find an antiques mall with aisles of precious treasures.  I smiled and began my search for that certain thing.   You know, that item catches your eye and warms your heart.  After going down the first aisle, I heard my treasure!  That’s right–I HEARD my treasure.  The usual shopping songs had played since I entered the store; you know those catchy jingles creating the right mood to make you buy.   But this was a song that made me stop in my tracks.  A beautiful voice began melodically singing, “Come away with me.  Follow me to that special place where it’s just you and me.”     Those were the only words I remember, but I knew God was singing to me.  I knew He heard the longing in my heart.  And He wanted me to understand that longing was for Him.  He was singing to me right in an antiques mall.  My heart began to warm and I imagined myself dancing with Him, waltzing in a garden.  It nearly took my breath away.  At that moment, I was His and He was mine. 

     Later when I arrived home, I was excited about the material things I had found for my powder room, but more than that, I knew God had touched me in the most unlikely place.  And so I am on a quest–one to find that secret place of intimacy.  I’m not talking about my “prayer closet.”  I’m talking about a place of unparalleled desire and obsession.  Won’t you go with me into that place?  There’s room for us all, a place where nothing else matters but loving my Father.  There’s more!  How do I know?  Because my heart tells me. 

     My heart cries, “Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth–For Your love is better than wine.  Because of the fragrance of your good ointments, Your name is ointment poured forth; Therefore the virgins love you.   Draw me away!  We will run after You (Song of Solomon 1:3 – 4)”.

     “I will rise now,” I said, “And go about the city; In the streets and in the squares I will seek the one I love (Song of Solomon 3:2)”.   Come, go with me.

3 thoughts on “You’ll Never Guess What I Found!

  1. I was there as I read your heart through these words written so wonderfully, but then I realized I was being a third wheel. Enjoy your time with Him and I will make my own :+})


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