I don’t think God has called me to be a hermit or a monk. Yet, at least. A girl can hope. So while He joins me in sublime moments of solitude, He also beckons me to flow with Him back into my life of, to my mind, interferences. I am learning to submit and surrender. I want to keep my hand in God’s, at the ready for His tugs.
Solitude with God is vital. This longing to turn quietly inward is, of course, from Him. He introduces me to the child he made me to be while we walk and dwell for hours. He prepares me for what He has made me to do. I cannot do His will nor any good without knowing myself first as a child and creation of the Most Holy God. When I discover who He is, I discover who I am.
My experience in prayer and meditation rarely turns silly, but recently it did. I imagined entering His presence at the foot of His throne. There were others at His feet who came to beseech Him and proclaim His holiness. My gratitude about a certain thing began to rise up in pink roses. Sometimes I send my gratitude to my Father in prayer by imagining pink roses rising to the heavens but this time I began filling His throne room. Pink roses flooded to His knees and crowded the saints praying at His feet. He turned to me with a smile and raised a hand to say, “Okay, I see you.” But I kept right on filling the room with flowers and laughing like an impish child adoring her Father. His eyes laughed lovingly with me until I relented and the flowers began to dissolve. Brimming with His immense love for me, I started my day.
Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need. Hebrews 4:16
Meeting God at the Park 