A sacred space where no other can venture into is the mind, the deepest place of the soul. The heart fully articulating it's passions, desires and wants. This is reserved for God and God alone.
It's an inner chamber of solitude. Complete solice. Alone with the Creator. Connected solely to the One from everlasting.
Yet too often this place is congested with traffic. Lies permeate. The fear of man emanates and replaces the fear of the Lord. The art of taking every thought captive is not an art at all, it's a grace. Grace given when asked for, when violently fought for. Hunger drives and grace ensues.
The other side of the face is where most of life is spent, why waste it living on the outside. Live from the inside out.
Communion with the Spirit.
Text messaging proves that humanity can, in fact, carry on a continual conversation. Text messaging has stolen the sacred space praying without ceasing. No, texting is not evil. Consider the time spent. Think about the wasted hours. Remember all the hurt and misconstrued communications that have resulted from this act should one emoticon be misplaced.
The Spirit groans jealously yearning to speak. Humans are the only ones in all of creation who have the capacity to join in on ancient conversations. To listen in on the mysteries from everlasting.
I confess I've missed the mark. Turn and live. Live for the cultivated, private arena where all my innermost realities can be gripped heart to heart with the One who knit me.
Deep calls out to deep. The depth in which yearning cannot even depict the intensity of the heart calling out.
The deep of God crying out to share with me. Yes, I will quiet down. Yes, I will respond to this cry. Yes, I will actively pursue the tending of the garden within in my soul and let the Spirit preserve me.
It's just a matter of time and wisdom will be justified. This is wisdom.
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