The Forgotten

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

The year 2017 has been filled with much activity. One significant life event was my high school’s 40th year class reunion. There was much anticipation as I communicated with old acquaintances about the day. Some people I had met over the period of time, others I had the privilege of renewing their wedding vows, and working alongside at my place of work.

As the day arrived and we gathered, there were faces of teammates, classmates, neighbors and friends. Then there were some to whom I had to be re-introduced. These were folks whom I had known and shared a small portion of life so very long ago. Yet in the the renewal of acquaintance, we were able to share what life experiences; marriage, divorce, children, grandchildren, careers and achievements. The room was abuzz with conversation the whole night as many traveled to meet and talk to as many as possible.

But then there were some who chose to just observe from the edge of the room. Seemingly from the outside looking in. They were there, if only in body. Something happened. Something significant. Something to make them draw back from exploring new relationships and renewing old ones.

With as many years between then and now, they were easily forgotten. Not because of who they were, or even what they may or may not have done. They just refused to engage. Then it hit me…

How many days have I walked by my Heavenly Father ignoring¬†opportunities to engage with Him at a time when I needed Him most? How often did I run into my day with even a pause to thank Him for the food I just gobbled down or the car He gave to transport me, or the job He has provided… I think you get the idea.

I am and will be eternally grateful to those men and women who discipled me over the years to have a vibrant, alive and close walk with the Lord. When I read Psalm 91 verse 1, my heart stops and melts at the remembrance of those times when I stopped to get away, get quiet, and listen. When my Father drew me away to minister to my wounds that needed healing, my heart that need comfort, my sin that needed cleansing and my soul that needed His presence.

Those wings and that shelter have been more than a comfort through the years. I have felt there were times when I wanted to run away and hide from life and He took me in, calmed my heart and made me strong enough to face the day. Other times He drew me away from the busyness of my life to get me to see that in my haste, I had lost sight of what was truly important in life.

I read so many different and varied things, but most often, I read those things that cause my heart to want to draw closer to my God. Today, I want to share an excerpt from a daily devotional that spoke volumes in a few short sentences.

“I want deliberately to encourage this mighty longing after God. The lack of it has brought us to our present low estate. The stiff and wooden quality about our religious lives is a result of our lack of holy desire. Complacency is a deadly foe of all spiritual growth. Acute desire must be present or there will be no manifestation of Christ to His people. He waits to be wanted. Too bad that with many of us, He waits so very long… in vain” – A. W. Tozer

There are those in our sphere of influence who wait on the outskirts of our lives, waiting to be wanted. The whole principle of making the first move shows the love on our part to want the one to whom we draw close. All relationships, over time, go through seasons of closeness and distance. It is how we recover the distance and maintain that closeness that reveals the desire of our heart to the object of that love.

Dear child of God, your loving, Heavenly Father waits ever so patiently to have private, close and heartfelt fellowship with you. Not just you in church or you in a bible study or even you on your way to work. He longs for that time you purposefully draw away from life and get away with Him to that secret place.

He waits to be wanted… by you.

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