on hanging out

You know those friends that you can just be with and not have to talk all the time? I think we all have them.  They’re the comfortable ones, the ones that have been a part of your life for quite a while and it’s comfortable to be with them in almost complete silence. Yet, in the silence so much is said, felt, and heard. Yeah, those friends.

The other night I got to do something that I haven’t been able to do for a while; I went to the prayer team metting at church and found myself hanging out with God.  He’s one of those quiet friends to me. The prayer team meetings follow the same general format: some teaching, then a ‘soaking’ time, then prayer for the specific requests that come through the church.  It was in that soaking time that I got to re-connect with the heart of God. 

The music began to play, I found a dark and quiet corner of the room, closed my eyes, and let the music take me.  Nothing had to be said. Nothing had to done. I just had to be. Sometimes it takes a bit to get there, to tune out the world and the day’s cares, but not that night. It felt almost effortless and my imagination followed the music.

I saw myself outside on a wooded path. The trees were a myriad of fall colors and the path was covered in dry, crunchy leaves. The sun was shining and I had an impression of brisk, sunny fall day.  It was there that Jesus met me. He was dressed in faded demins, a long-sleeved shirt and a vest, with runners on his feet.  With a smile on His face, He extended His hand and we walked along that wooded path, not saying much,  just being together, hand in hand. It reminded me of the old gosepl hymn He Walks With Me.

I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on roses
And the voice I hear falling
On my ear the son of God discloses

And He walks with me and He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known

He speaks and the sound of His voice
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing

And He walks with me and He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known

For some time now I’ve felt it difficult to connect with the heart of Father God. That night made me see again that He will welcome you no matter the distance, no matter the reason. He waits for you, longs for you to just spend some time with Him. To hang out and just be. To walk with Him, and talk with Him, not at Him.  So many times we come with our ‘laundry list’, present it, and call it prayer. It can be so much more than that if we but try.



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