This is the spot.

This is the spot. Right here. See where the road curves as it comes out from under the bridge? It is the place where it all begins…

This is a bike trail by my house that is approximately 6 miles from the beach. It’s a nice flat trail, a road really. As you can see it is paved so it’s an “easy” ride, perfect for this chubby, middle-aged girl. But even with that flat, smooth road around mile 3.5 my legs start talking to me, and they don’t say nice things. They say things like “you are abusing us!” And “you’re too chubby for us to carry you”. Like I said, mean. So sometimes at mile 3.5 I turn around, I want to stop the rude chatter coming from my legs or I have to because of time constraints. But those days that I push on and ignore my legs and all the other thoughts swirling in my head that remind me of important things that I should be doing, I am rewarded. 
You see it’s right there at the curve in the road that I smell the ocean. It is a smell like no other, the unmistakable scent of sand, salt and seaweed and when I make that curve and the fragrance reaches me, it is there my mind begins to be at peace and I feel my body begin to relax. The load I’ve been carrying becomes lighter and the worries and cares of life begin to ease and fade into the background. The voices of dirty dishes, incomplete projects and phone calls that need to be made is drowned out by the sound of the surf. This is my quiet place. It is here that I can again hear the voice of God, my mind and heart are freed from every distraction and communication comes easily and naturally again. Too often at home the thoughts and cares of life blare in my mind like an annoying and distracting tv that make it difficult to press into His presence. 
But here at the beach it’s an easy and precious intimacy. I hear his voice, reassuring, correcting, loving and guiding. And he hears me, my praise, my fears, my requests, my hopes and my sorrows. 

On the ride back my legs are probably talking but I don’t hear them because my mind is at rest and my heart is at peace.
Do you have a place like this? You need one! Jesus did. He always found a private place of prayer, on the mountain, in the desert or in the garden. He always pulled himself away from the crowds, the disciples, the ministry and the pressure to spend time hearing and being heard by the Father. So find a place today where you can set your cares aside and hear Gods voice. Maybe it’s a coffee shop, in the shower or in the car but find it and allow the cares to fade and the voice of God to speak. 

And if you don’t know God, have never heard the voice of God or are not sure you even believe in him, I challenge you to ask him to speak to you. The bible says that he stands at the door of your heart and knocks, he is waiting for an opportunity to speak if you will only open the door and listen. 

7 thoughts on “This is the spot.

  1. I want to stop the rude chatter coming from my legs
    I love this! I am a rider too! There is nothing like pushing through to accomidh your biking goals! One of my favorite things is to sing and pray while I’m riding!

  2. I love the way you wrote about your sacred place. I have one, too – it’s anywhere quiet. Usually at my kitchen table, in the morning before anyone is awake.

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