("Mama, mama, look at the cat! The old woman is praying and she doesn't know that the cat is going to pull everything off the table!" came the giggling voice of Sarah as a child.)
“But you, when you pray, go into your inner room, close your door and pray to your Father who is in secret, and your Father who sees what is done in secret will reward you."
This morning, these words above capture me. My Father is waiting for me in secret. He longs for me to come to Him, to tell Him of my secrets. To confess my sin, my weaknesses, fears, vulnerability, my selfishness.
Dreams matter to him because I am his beloved child. Perhaps he even placed them there. Perhaps He wants to expand them.
To think of Him waiting and willing to answer, to love me, to talk to me to respond--to change the course of history because I came to Him, my Father.
Oh, to leave Him waiting with me not showing up.
Oh, Father. Thank you for waiting for me here, my secret place with you, where you do not allow anyone else to interrupt, or bother us. You are so very considerate to make this time for me. I come to you as a little girl, I am here to be your beloved daughter. May you know how very grateful I am to have you all to myself. I love you, my dearest of all dearest Fathers.