This depiction of the drawing room has resonated in my mind and heart for the last few days and so I decided to write it out. To be able to come back to it when I need to remind myself He is waiting, it's not about me, it's ALL about Him.
We walked next into the drawing room. This room was rather intimate and comfortable. I liked it. I had a fireplace, overstuffed chairs, a bookcase, sofa, and a quiet atmosphere.
He also seemed pleased with it. He said, "This is indeed a delightful room. Let us come here often. It is secluded and quiet and we can have fellowship together."
Well, naturally, as a young Christian I was thrilled. I could not think of anything I would rather do than have a few minutes apart with Christ in intimate comradeship.
He promised, "I will be here every morning early. Meet with Me here and we will start the day together." So, morning after morning, I would come downstairs to the drawing room and He would take a book of the Bible... open it and then we would read together. He would tell me of its riches and unfold to me its truths... They were wonderful hours together. In fact, we called the drawing room the "withdrawing room." It was a period when we had our quiet time together.
But little by little, under the pressure of many responsibilities, this time began to be shortened... I began to miss a day now and then... I would miss it two days in a row and often more.
I remember one morning when I was in a hurry... As I passed the drawing room, the door was ajar. Looking in I saw a fire in the fireplace and the Lord sitting there... "Blessed Master, forgive me. Have you been here all these mornings?"
"Yes," He said, "I told you I would be here every morning to meet with you." Then I was even more ashamed. He had been faithful in spite of my faithlessness. I asked His forgiveness and He readily forgave me...
He said, "The trouble with you is this: You have been thinking of the quiet time, of the Bible study and prayer time as a factor in your own spiritual progress, but you have forgotten that this hour means something to Me also."
(Quoted from Robert Boyd Munger's article "My Heart Christ's Home")
Knowing these moments of quiet, reading His word, and conversing with Him is something He looks forward to, makes me want to make that time even more. He is waiting for me, that will definitely get me out of bed in the morning, and knowing He is ready to reveal Himself to me, that is what I want most. These last few days, I have even woken before my alarm and instead of laying there waiting until it goes off, I turn it off, get up, and grab my Bible and go to my drawing room. The last few mornings have been such a sweet time, my heart is ready, I'm willing, and He transforms me during those moments.
On Sunday, the earliest day I have to get up out of the week, was actually the easiest. I had blogged a few days before about where I was, feeling the countdown to leaving, fighting the calendar, and yet coming to the Throne changed my perspective on everything. On Sunday, I read this Psalm and I stopped, re-read it, and was amazed. It was my hearts cry that morning. Oh how He loves me!
Yet I am always with you;
you hold me by my right hand.
You guide me with your counsel,
and afterward you will take me into your glory.
Whom have I in heaven but you?
And earth has nothing I desire besides you.
My flesh and my heart may fail,
but God is the strength of my heart
and my portion forever.
Those who are far from you will perish;
you destroy all who are unfaithful to you.
But as for me, it is good to be near God,
I have made the Sovereign Lord my refuge;
I will tell of all your deeds.
-Psalm 73:23-28
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