Our Secret Place

Every night I come and sit with the Lord.  In the past few months, I have been very tired by the time I come to Him.  I have at times, sat and said, nothing... just listened to worship and listened for His voice.  Other times, I have lifted my voice in worship, my voice in prayer, my hands in praise... my heart in listening. At times, when I have been so tired... feeling as though I have so little to offer, I have felt, sad.  Sad that I didn't have more to give to Him.  Sad that I was so tired.  Like tonight. 

While I sat,yawning every few seconds such big yawns, tears fell from my eyes; I shut my eyes.  I put on Bethel worship and said, "Father, I don't know why sometimes I'm afraid to ask you questions?"  I think I still struggle with what He might say... and then I push through those lies and onto setting my face upon His.

Tonight, and even right now as I write, listening to worship, I was reminded of this beautiful place He showed me in my minds eye.  Our place high up on the mountain... by the water falls and flowing stream, where Jesus sits next to the stream, and over across the way a short distance, in the lush green grass sits a Lion, Aslan... or, my Father God.  The Lion of Judah. 

He showed me that place one night, many months ago this year, during a moment with Him.  Tonight, as I sit so tired... deep breaths every so many minutes, I said, "Father... please put a seal around my mind, and let me only hear from You."  And I sat.  Listening to worship, listening and waiting for Him. 

After a few moments I felt in my minds eye, a longing to rest my head up against my Beloved Jesus, and rest.  I imagined myself sitting close, snuggling in.... and then, I saw myself sitting on the ground, with my forehead resting upon His leg, looking down at the ground... in awe that I was even there with Him at all.  In awe of who it is, I am able to be so, closely intimate with. 

I looked up and saw, "Aslan" sitting not to far away... looking at me with joy.  Inviting me to also come at any time and snuggle into Him, too.  For He knew I needed both my Beloved and My Father, in that moment.

As I'm sitting with my heart pondering this closeness... I felt I heard the whisper of His voice speak... and this is what I felt I heard Him say.

"You struggle to rest.  You struggle to rest in a way that is free to simply come, to rest.  To come to rest your heart upon mine, and my love for you.  You struggle to come and give your tiredness to me and bring simply your heart that needs, rest.  You struggle to not pray, to not read my word, to not at some point, lift your voice to Me, for out of your heart, is your song to me, and I love your song... but you struggle to be okay with just simply.. your need for rest.  Do you not know that it is simply for your rest that I am here, too?  Do you not remember My Word, "come to me, all you who are weary and I will give you, Rest?"  Yes, rest.  Rest is for you, My Daughter, and it honors me, and pleases me with great pleasure to have you simply come to me, to... rest.  So, rest your heavy heart, your weary head, your downcast soul, and look no further than to my presence and rest.  For when you do this.. you give me your worship.  You give me a chance to strengthen you, without you doing anything but giving me all of your rest.  This, is an act of worship, My Daughter, and I delight in your coming to rest."

Then, I saw myself walk over to "Aslan"... my Father, and snuggle up into his beauty and safety.  Remembering how He told me, "I guard your borders."

It is a sacred, and simple place, a gift to be able to rest your whole self, upon the Beloved's arms.  To be able to enter into that place of just you and Him, and know that He is right there with you, holding you, knowing all of your thoughts, and in resting in His Presence... you are made stronger.

It is Our secret place.

It can be yours, too.