A few days ago I withdrew to a place of solitude. It was much later that I recalled this was a habit of Jesus.
“But Jesus often withdrew to lonely places and prayed”(Luke 5:16 NIV).
As his popularity grew among the people, the greater the crowds pressing against Him grew. The Bible records they came to “hear him and to be healed of their sicknesses.” I don’t have a crowd of people pressing against me but I do have a crowd of responsibility in my current lifestyle. And there are days when I must withdraw to a lonely place so I might pray and hear from Heaven.
January on the beach is a good lonely. Only a few other souls have the time or the desire to walk along the tide’s edge under a gray sky, the wind driving across the water to whip exposed skin.
I walked with hands stuffed in pockets, zipper broken and jacket flapping until my racing heart and mind slowed to a manageable jog. I focused on breathing. In through the nose on a count of four. Hold for a count of seven. Release through the mouth on a count of eight. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
I walked and watched the waves roll in forming foamy bubbles at the feet of seagulls on alert for lunch.
Somewhere at mile three, I sat with an empty page, pulled a pen from my pocket and waited. He spoke. I wrote.
I heard the word “separate.” You must separate yourself from one thing to be set apart for another. I scribbled away. An asterisk here and an arrow there.
He spoke to me about missing pieces. Where there are missing pieces, there is brokenness. Tears burned my eyes.
My Father spoke to me about my dad and soothed my soul with compassion.
My Father’s heart is big. He has room there for every hurt his children hold. Because even those who grew up with fathers in the home have father-less places in their hearts. But God sees. God knows. Because He is a father, his heart is moved with compassion for the father-less places in our childhood. Those times our hearts needed something we did not get. We needed more but we got less.
God, our Father, has a heart to redeem the past, to secure the future and to bless the present. But his children must make room in their hearts for those things. It means we might need to separate ourselves from past hurts and unmet expectations in order to live free in the present with hope for the future. We must make room for God to be the Father to the father-less places within us.
Do you want to make room?
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