That’s what I said to God the night before that I would sit down without the distraction of the computer or a book, and be still. It’s not that I don’t talk to Him. I pray. I move around my day and speak to Him. I praise Him on the way home and to work. But guilt stole into my world.
I need ‘be still’ time with God. A time to scoot onto His lap and ask Him to tell me a story; to lean into His chest and feel His arms around my soul and rest in Him and His Word; to not try to figure out the whole world or break down the problems or people in my life, but to ‘be still.’
Last weekend, I had ‘be still’ time with Him. I sat down with my Bible and a pad and paper to write—yes, blog—my whitespace, my ‘be still’ time. I wanted to let Him speak to me. What am I doing wrong? What am I doing right? What could I do better? This blog came from it. My fifteen minutes of ‘be still’ time became an hour. You can’t really put God on a timer. He decides the time.
Beyond blogging, I want to spend more time with Him. I want to learn more about Him. I can’t do that if the world continues to intrude. I have to force it because my Heavenly Daddy is more than someone to schedule or fit in, but someone I love dearly and who loves me. For the price on the cross, the least I could do is to give Him my life.
How do you spend time with Daddy?