Everything in me wants to stay home and dig into my book. But He calls me. Like He does every day. It’s that time of day when God and I meet together and talk things out; when He fills me with the strength I need; when He straightens some of the crookedness in my soul, and He infuses me with Himself.
It’s the time I can’t breathe without.
But today, I just don’t wanna go. I am lazy. I don’t wanna lace my shoes, get in my car, drive to the spot where I park and then start walking up the hill and talk with Him. It’s hot; I am tired, and my book is calling my name.
But I go.
Begrudgingly, I go. I go because I know it’s the right thing to do, and I go because I would feel guilty otherwise. Not very good motives, but I go anyway. I show up.
And when I get there, He is waiting for me.
He takes me deep into the woods, one little step at a time, and He gently begins to wash my mind, and my heart, and even my soul with His sweet presence.
I cannot hold on to my pout.
My tiredness is swept away as He tells me of His love for me.
I drink Him in.
I breathe Him in.
His heart is filling me. His life within awakens me. And I can’t help but giggle like a school girl. I raise my hands to the sky and twirl and twirl and twirl until I am dizzy with joy.
It is well with my soul.
Cultivating Thankfulness with Ann Voskamp
#236 Conquering a lazy spirit
#235 The joy of reading a good book
#234 The pearls my husband gave me