A Moment Alone

I’m sitting at my desk trying to write another piece to my upcoming novella. I don’t feel like writing. I feel like taking a walk. I feel like eating chocolate.  I feel like studying my Bible. I feel like pushing my feet into the sand of a beautiful beach. But there is so much to do! I have students waiting for test results and papers that need to be graded. I have phone calls to friends and family who I am constantly forgetting to call. There are meals to fix, a dog to feed, visitors to entertain, laundry to finish, beds to make, dished to do, a lawn to be mowed, groceries to be bought and a car that needs repair.

And then I realize, I only need to bow my head and settle into God’s loving arms for just a few moments. So, here at my desk, I stop everything and I pray. I thank God for the stories that will come, for the forgiveness He has given me, for His constant strength and companionship when I feel so alone. I praise Him for the sun that shines in my heart when the storms are outside my window and allow him to remind me that I can do all things through Him.

The realization then arrives that this moment is not about me. It’s not about my feelings, nor my good or bad day. It’s not about how life treats me. No, I realize, it’s about Him. It’s about the praise He deserves. It’s about what He has done. It’s about how loving He was when I rejected Him and how full of grace He was when I realized how unworthy I really am. The thought of His sacrifice cover me like a gentle sigh and I am lifted up once again.

And for a moment in my heart I cry, “Praise be to a Holy, Holy God!”