O God, You are my God; 
Early will I seek You;

My soul thirsts for You; 
My flesh longs for You
In a dry and thirsty land 
where there is no water.
So I have looked for You.
Psalm 63:1-2a
I wake up happy. It’s an ocean day. Since I was little,
this New England girl has loved the scent of salt water, the clear crisp of sea
air, the dipping of sea gull wings, the crash of wave upon rock.

As usual, the house pulls at me. Dishes in the sink.
Unfolded laundry. Not to mention the computer … emails to answer. Facebook
status updates lure.

But No. Once I break free and walk away from
always-present duties, I know the refreshing will come—and the importance of
dishes and laundry diminish. You and Your love will overtake me and all else
will be lost in that joy. Chris Tomlin and I start singing as my car follows
familiar road, past old stone walls and ancient forest and quaint farm houses …
and I leave behind the everyday, which is good … to embrace time alone with
You, which is best.

And then, we’re there. Sitting in the coffee shop, me
admiring Your handiwork of full-tide crashing waves, spray and foam, rock and
sky, proclaiming Your glory and Your power. You, my Abba, oh-so-close, listening
as I whisper admiration. You near. Teaching me, holding me and pointing out
what I should see.
Old saints speak to me. Today, it’s Andrew Murray and
Ruth Bell Graham. Words of wisdom and grace to ponder as I sip coffee and gaze
oceanward.  And then … I am with John in Revelation 22, imagining what he saw. Your
throne. You. The crystal clear river that runs through the city from the throne
itself. The Light that is not sun or moon but The Light in all Fullness.
I walk the path by the sea after coffee, bundled warm
against icy winds, and the longing grips me as I think of that someday when
I will be in that city. Belong in that city that needs no light
but You … and hope rises. Joy cascades. I am filled with wonder and the
overflow spills out in smiles and tears and song.
And I come home again renewed. Refreshed. Reminded of
Whose I am—and of what really matters after all.

Moms in Prayer asks their leadership to take
a DAWG—Day Alone With God—once a  month. 
We firmly believe that we must spend extended time with the Lord in order to lead
in His 
strength and His ways and not our own. This reflection is shared with the hope
others will long to spend time alone with God. He is, after all, the One who

Sharon Gamble, Moms in Prayer USA National Director, resides in Dover, New Hampshire, and has been married to her high school sweetheart, Ray, since 1979. She has two wonderful daughters, two great sons-in-law and three precious grandsons. She loves biking with Ray, walking in all kinds of weather and curling up with a good book by her fireplace.  

Comments 9

  1. Beautiful. Nothing else matters once I choose to breakaway. Leaving the routine and taking hold of renewal and refreshment from the Lord is necessary. Thanks for passing this on. By God's grace, I will partake of it. Haven't reach the once-a-month DAWG goal yet.

  2. Oh sweet sister in Christ, thank-you for the reminder that all I need and hope for is not here in my home but alone with God away from the lures and demands of the mundane and everydays. A day of refreshment then will I schedule into this month. blessings to you and yours.

  3. Yes, this is truly a reminder to "breathe in" all that God has for me in each new day. I am so fortunate to live in a place where nature is all around me, the cedars and the pines are the "lords of the landscape" and beckon me to come and take a walk amidst them. God is all around just asking me to spend some time with Him reflecting, recharging and renewing.

  4. Thank you so much for your inspirational blog reminding us to make time for the most important thing; to seek God and his righteousness. That is where I long to be. I accept your challenge to have a day alone with God in his presence. Thanks also for the beautiful photos of God's amazing creation.
    I love your creativity, transparency and love for God!

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