Longing. Always longing for a change of scenery, longing to be elsewhere. My mind takes me to places I would rather be.
A countryside in Italy. Trekking through the Holy land.
Writing books with God in a cabin hidden away on a mountainside, just Him and I.
Why is it that I always dream of another place?
I went there. Alone. Four days of beauty with Him in the mountains at a writers retreat. I unpacked my things and looked out the window that revealed a snowcapped mountain worshiping.
Ah, finally. Time alone with Him.
With my new home decorated with my things, I headed to the first meeting. My aloneness suddenly ran for dear life. Hundreds of writers, literary agents, editors, a radio personality, coaches and promotional managers spilled into the place. Did I really think, only the simple few would be there to enhance my fantasies?
Days were packed with appointments to talk with the best of the best in the industry. Workshops, clinics and lectures. It was different than I had imagined. But still good. With so many fresh ideas and inspiration, I was longing to write but I waited. I was encouraged from a friend to simply listen. I obeyed her email instruction.
Despite the immersion of the crowd, I still found Him. While gleaning inspiration and insight from the experts, lectures and late night worship, He was there.
I fought hard for alone time together in the early mornings—just Him and I. In the wee hours of day three, I wrote intimately with Him and began the first pages of our next book.
My time in the mountains was coming to an end. I was gently reminded that my longing to be elsewhere, is really my heart yearning for it’s heavenly home.
I don’t have to go to the perfect place to find Him. He meets me anywhere. He is in each moment: Alone in a cabins of my life. In the midst of my daily routine. Amongst the crowds. In the middle of my hectic, messy life. He meets me in the grit of life, and in the joys. In the mundane and in the excitement, He is there. Everywhere and anywhere—It’s up to me to find Him.
Simply whisper His name: Yeshua. No need for longing to find Him in another place or time. He meets me right here. He meets me right now.