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Spirit Streams

I was reminiscing today about some of my favorite times and was remember the farm that only lives now in my memory.

fallen treeAs a teenager, when we arrived at the farm, secure in my family, I hugged my grandparents, hit the gate and made a dash for the sun dappled canyon.   My destination was a fallen tree that bridged the cold spring.    This was my place of solitude.    I could worship, think, dream, and sing.  Here I felt the Presence of God and my soul delighted in the quiet and was refreshed.

At times, I would walk the canyon floor and find my way to the source of the spring.  The stream would grow smaller and smaller until it came to the point where it began to flow out of the hillside.  The supply was endless even though it looked like it disappeared.  When I followed it the other way, the spring came to the creek and fed it continuously.  The amazing thing is that the little flow that came from the hillside, widened as it meandered through the canyon until, at the creek, it was almost five feet wide.  It defied the laws of mathematics.

So it is with my Christian walk.  It started with a small trickle and is growing into a sizeable stream.  Every day I fall deeper and deeper in love with my Lord Christ Jesus.  My stream feeds into the larger body and adds to the flow.

There is amazing security in knowing that I am part of something bigger, something alive and moving.  And as we go together in harmony, we feed into rivers and then into oceans.  While flowing together, we don’t realize the power of our oneness.  Together we reach out and invite others into our adventure until we find that the body of water covers most of the globe.  As the great ocean is acted upon by the heavenly pull, the water rises up in waves and reaches out for the dry places inviting them to joing us in covering the globe.

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A Hiding Place

A Hiding Place

Upon arriving at the farm, I would run up and hug my Grandmother, turn and go through the gate and around the back of the house.  I would run up the hill and through the meadow until I arrived at the deep canyon the small cold spring had cut through the sandy hills.  A hush fell on my soul as I entered.  A cathedral-like atmosphere surrounded me.  I followed the shade dappled path that had been worn by regular use.  I would slow as I approached the old tree that had up-ended and made a bridge from one side of the canyon to the other over the spring.  The quiet was filled with the sound of happy water and bird calls.  Gingerly, I would climb out onto the old tree and sit, soaking up the peacefulness of my hiding place.  My teenage heart would quiet and here I would sit and think wonderful thoughts.  I would sing and then be silent.  It was here I pondered the future with visions and dreams.  It was heaven.

Many decades later, I still go into the secret place.  Upon rising from sleep, I step into the everlasting arms of my Heavenly Father and rest in His Presence.  I listen and talk.  Here in my secret place, I am under His shadow.  I am at home.  I delight in being with Him and He is  happy to be with me.  It is a place of rejuvenation and preparation.  As the day dawns and the light brightens, I take each of my loved ones before the throne.  After the briefing from Abba (Papa), I move into the day.  He is my life and I am His child.

It is the place of encounter and love.  It is Heaven.

Any place can be a secret place.  It can be in the middle of a crowd or in a busy airport.  You quietly drop into your spirit and find yourself in the presence of the Lord.

Related sites:

url:  https://joyousbells.wordpress.com/2012/02/10/a-hiding-place/

http://www.swimlifelessons.wordpress.com

http://www.pliableheart.wordpress.com

Scripture references:

Psalm 27:5
For in the day of trouble He will conceal me in His tabernacle; In the secret place of His tent He will hide me; He will lift me up on a rock.

Psalm 31:20
You hide them in the secret place of Your presence from the conspiracies of man; You keep them secretly in a shelter from the strife of tongues.

Psalm 91:1
[ Security of the One Who Trusts in the LORD. ] He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High Will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.

Psalm 63:7
For You have been my help, And in the shadow of Your wings I sing for joy.

Psalm 57:1  Be gracious to me, O God, be gracious to me, For my soul takes refuge in You; And in the shadow of Your wings I will take refuge Until destruction passes by.

Psalm 36:7
How precious is Your lovingkindness, O God! And the children of men take refuge in the shadow of Your wings.

Psalm 32:7
You are my hiding place; You preserve me from trouble; You surround me with songs of deliverance. Selah.

Psalm 119:114
You are my hiding place and my shield; I wait for Your word.

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