Time alone is rare, with a house full of children, and time outside is even rarer these days. I was thrilled that the weather was unseasonably warm for this time of year in our state, and took full advantage of it. I went out to our creek and for almost two hours, my soul drank in the beauty of it as I talked to The King.
I was hidden away by the bank so no one could see me. My own private hide-away.
Oh! Almost two uninterrupted, undisturbed hours with God! I haven't had that in SO long and it was so very, very needed. I can't even tell you. . . my cat joined me and soaked in my attention like I was soaking in God's attention.
I talked to him about my babies in heaven . . . about my daycare kids and their Mama . . . about our family struggles we're going through right now business/financially-wise. . . about my longing for more children. . .
We talked about everything from potty training to my writing to my need for more opportunities for times with Him, like those moments I was having.
Sometimes I just sat and watched Decaf play with the fish in the water.
Other times, we walked a little ways on the boulders (Decaf is a cat who thinks she's a dog and followed me the whole way)
At other times, I just sat and let the warmth saturate my body.
I wept, I praised, I poured out my heart, and God poured into mine. I think I need to make a point of staying home from church every so often to get in some time like that. That refreshed me more than my entire day of sleeping on Friday and I feel so connected to God today as a result.
