My soul yearns, even faints, for the courts of the Lord; my heart and my flesh
cry out for the living God.
Warm mug in hand, filled with coffee or tea. Sunk into my bed or couch. Oversized, fluffy blanket draping my shoulders.
And my bible.
My sweet, treasured, falling-apart bible.
It's an image that soothes my soul. A place that I long to be.
When I spend time alone with the Lord, I do many different things. I read the scriptures that are so preciously recorded for me. I read the commentator's notes. I pray through them. Sometimes I journal. Sometimes I get down on my knees. Sometimes I follow a bible study that another soldier for Christ has written. Often, I sing.
But one thing is always the same.
I am never sorry for the time given. I always come away with a filling sense of companionship. A loved-on feeling.
This deep connection makes me yearn for the courts of the Lord. He is with me all day, yet I can't wait to get back to a place of undivided attention between just He and I.
My flesh needs Him. It cries out. I crave Him in the purest way. And I hope that I always feel this way. It saddens me to think of a day that my passion may fade.
Do you crave time alone with the Father? Do you ever feel a quiet time is your most pressing priority?
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