Monday, February 4, 2008

It's a Secret




Psa 91:1
He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.




..............Several years ago a precious friend of mine, whom has now gone to be with the Father, was helping me through some very dark days after my divorce. She told me of a place that she would go when she needed to find peace. It was not a physical place but a place in her mind, or I would rather think spirit. She described to me a place that she knew very well. It was obvious to me as she spoke that she went there quite often. I would watch as she shared very minute details and her countenance would change. .....
She then suggested to me that I take some time and be alone with myself and find the place that Jesus has just for me and Him. I must say that it took me a while and there were some changes made to my hiding place, but once I found it, I go there often. Let me tell you of my place.
There is a shallow river running from the east to the west.
The river bed is carpeted with thousands of tiny rocks and pebbles. Each one having its own color and shape. Nothing sharp or jagged and with the crystal clear water flowing over those pebbles they take on a life of their own.

.........The sound of the water as it flows past the green grassy meadow invites me to sit a spell, and sit a spell I do. The water is always the perfect temperature and it refreshes my soul as I sit and listen. Just about 8 feet from the bank of the river is an old tree stump... it is flat an smooth on the top without fear of splinters.......however, I have never sat on that stump...... it is reserved for the King..........and as far as you can see there is green grass..... soft like plush carpet but it is very animated as the warm wind blows past each blade. You will most always find me there with my shoes off (I have no memory of ever even having any shoes on) and I am dancing.
I own a red tambourine and I love to play the tambourine......

......It is my favorite thing to do when I am in the Holy of Holies...... I love to go there and dance......... anyway, getting back to my secret place. I when I arrive Jesus is already sitting on that stump. He has my tambourine....... and He is pretty good at keeping a beat. He plays and laughs and I dance and laugh............
...As I share this with you today it invites my spirit man to go and see that place... I go there on nights like last night when facing today and the unknown.

....I go there after praying for my friend Jean and Deena and Denise....... I go there when I do not know how to pray, for I believe that my praise is my prayer offered up in laughter..... I go there when I am weary of the battle and need to lay my sword aside........ I go there when I am over come with sadness and when I am over come with joy........

It is my secret place.......


Go now and sit quietly and find the place where only you and He dwells.. and go there often.....

10 comments:

Edge of Design said...

Your post presents a very beautiful picture. Serene. Calm and inviting. No wonder you refer to it as your "Secret place!"

I'm encouraged to find my own thanks to you. Hope you're doing well today. Have you had a pickle sandwich lately?

Denise said...

My friend, thank you for sharing your lovely secret place. It makes me want to run to mine. I love you so much, thanks for your prayers.

Vicki said...

Yes, this makes me eager to run to my own 'secret' place...thank you for sharing this with us!

Thanks, too, for your sweet comments and encouragements. I want you to know how much I appreciate you and will be praying for your needs whenever I talk to my Abba Daddy.

Sending hugs & love....
Vicki

Chris said...

This is a lovely post. I can "see" your hiding place, your place with Jesus and joy. I can feel a like place calling to me in my soul. Thank you for showing me this little miracle.
Bless you!

Mary said...

Tranquility and peace. That is the place where I go as well. Sometime I will tell you about mine. It is in the woods near a brook.

Rest well, my friend. I am praying for you.

Isn't little Griffyn just the cutest? He can make my heart dance with his smiles and his antics. Just learning to crawl and standing up on the furniture. He is a real adventurer and a boy after my own heart.

Blessings,
Mary

Karen H. said...

Good Morning Denise,
Oh your Secret Place sounds like a beautiful place. Maybe I need to find me a place like that and go to it. I am dealing with something right now and I really don't know what to do. It had me down in the dumps so bad. I'm still lifting you up to the Lord for healing and restful nights. Take care my friend and have a great day. May God Bless You and Yours.

Love & Hugs,
Karen H.

Joyce said...

Hello Friend, Your word picture makes me want to make a place of peace. You will have to visit my blog to find out about mine.

Thank you for the advice about copy and paste. I will start that.

Love and Hugs,
Joyce

SharonB said...

I couldn't help but think of the words to a song 'in the secret, in the quiet you are there...' or something along that line. How i long to find that place where it's quiet and He meets me there....thank you.

BunnyGirl said...

Blimey Denise, this sounds like we've all got a place to go. That has really amazed me, especially after you found my post on the bench. I assumed it was just me but am thrilled to find out that we all have special places.

Now my bench has taken on more significance. I want/need to go there more often (which is what God was telling me to do in the first place!).

Thank you so much for sharing this. Its brilliant!

Karen said...

I came over after reading one of your comments on my friend Bunnygirl's blog. I'm so glad I did. This is a beautiful post. I could 'see' those pebbles, hear that gentle water, feel that wind. My Memory Verse this week is from Jeremiah - trusting in the Lord, being like a tree planted by the water, and in some uncertain times this week, that being rooted deeply, planted deeply by that water, by that stream has assured me of the constancy of God when all else is changing around me.