God is everywhere.
Even in the smallest of things.
Often He will speak to us in a glimpse.
The seemingly mundane becomes profound when we stop and observe.
One morning at a traffic light, I noticed a little squirrel by a tree. He was eating an acorn he’d found on the ground.
He took a few bites – dug a hole – hid it – and then scampered away.
Holy Spirit impressed this image upon my heart.
The squirrel didn’t make a grand gesture about his nut discovery. He didn’t run around drawing attention to his acorn. He savored it, hid it, and will return later for more of its sustenance.
The Lord was teaching me a lesson in this 5-second observation.
Not everything He shares with me is for everyone. Every interaction doesn’t need to be put on Facebook. Some moments are just for me, hidden in my heart. Some things He speaks or reveals are meant to be kept private. Precious jewels. A hidden treasure I can return to and feast on later.
I’m in my spiritual Siberia.
The desert.
The wilderness with my King.
So often we hear wilderness and shudder.
The wilderness is hard.
The wilderness can feel isolating if you believe yourself to be alone.
Or…
The wilderness can be beautiful, glorious, and quiet enough to hear Him.
Tranquil.
Serine.
Hidden.
Tucked away.
Set apart.
We often miss this passage in scripture – but it’s where my First Love has me.
Song of Solomon 8:5
Who is that coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her Beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened you.
All of creation testifies to His glory.
The acorn. The apple tree. The wilderness.
The wilderness isn’t just a testing place.
It’s a trusting place.
It’s a beautiful space – carved out for healing.
It’s a place of growth.
It’s where I’m learning to breathe Abba in again.
Slowly, and with intention.
It’s where dead things come back to life.
It’s the secret place, alone with the Father.
It’s where we unlearn and relearn.
Sometimes our spiritual Siberia is actually a divine appointment with The King.
Song of Solomon 8:6
Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame.
I thought this place would be just a season.
This season has lasted almost 3 years.
I’m staying warm by His fire until He says move. Then and only then, will I emerge from this wilderness….leaning on my Beloved.
Some things are precious and private between The Bridegroom and His bride.
I am my Beloveds, and my Beloved is mine.
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