The Secret Place

It is my most joyous time.
To come into the sanctuary of the Most High God.
To rise and see the moon and stars
To hear the gentle breath of the sleeping earth
(mostly the snoring of 3 beagles who gather around me)
Grasping a few more moments of sleep before,
The breaking of the dawn.

A time of solitude and meditation
Where I talk with my God.
He teaches me as I confide in Him.
This is the place where I am strengthened,
Enough to face whatever this day holds.
I could say this is the place
where my tank is filled with fuel.

And that reminds me of another place,
After the breaking of the dawn,
And life comes at me fast,
The fuel gage starts to drop
And it's a long time until morning,

I start to grumble or complain or worse-

Or I remember the secret place
Where my strength is renewed.
I call out
And He is there!

Sometimes He calms the storm.
Sometimes He just calms me.

Dear God, Please invite anyone who reads these words into your secret place. So that they may be strengthened and find answers to the questions they may have. In Jesus Name amen