"No distinction was made between the sacred and the everyday...

their life was all one piece.  It was all sacred and all ordinary."
~ Sue Bender ~

Occasionally I am able to sneak away from my sleeping family in the wee hours of the morning and meet my lover.  I stealthily put on my carefully laid out clothes in the dark, pick-up my bag with my Bible and notebook, gingerly take my keys and get in the car long before the sun arrives. 

This morning it was cold, dark and wet.  (Alas, summer is over and the rains have come.)  I wove my way through the empty streets to my favorite coffee house to get my extra strong cup of coffee and then I went to my secret meeting place and He was there.  Waiting, just like always.

We talked as the sun came up through clouds heavy with rain.  I opened His Word and wrote quickly as He spoke.  He answered questions I’d been pondering.  He gave me strength enough for this day alone.  He gently took the burdens off my drooping shoulders.  I felt Him hold me in the quietness and tell me all was well. 

At last I raised my eyes. I watched the clouds brush across the tops of fading Cottonwoods.  The river, ever moving, was racing down its familiar path.   Geese were noisily beginning their journey south in search of warmer days.  Ducks scattered to make way for a jogger on her morning run.  I watched her plod along and wondered if she saw the things I did or was she immune to the beauty all around her.

I was swept away in the majesty of a day.  My eyes stung as I marveled at the splendor. 

You see, each and every moment He is there waiting.  Waiting for me to pause and know that He is God. To reflect on His sovereignty...His power...His love. 

Even in the unfolding of an ordinary day….He waits.

If only I would still myself and listen for the sacred in the everyday things of life.

"Be still and know that I am God..."

Psalm 46:10