On Days It Pays To Walk Away

by Dawn



                               

 

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 So shall the king greatly desire your beauty: since he is your Lord, worship him.
Psalm 45:1

 

I pulled into the beach parking lot at six in the morning. I knew that my regular walking partner would not be there, but another friend had mentioned joining me, so I made sure to show up. I sat in my car, opened the small devotional I had brought along for just such a waiting moment and I waited.

By 6:15 it was clear that for reasons unknown to me, my friend was not coming. I smiled and stepped out of my car, breathing in the glorious morning. There is nothing quite like the smell of morning and ocean together. If optimism and hope have a smell, I believe it resides in that particular combination.

It was at this precise moment that I suspected my Lord had wanted me.

Alone.

I find that God has to use my own thinking and motives to get me to the place He knows I need to be. I had pushed myself out of the door because  I did not want to let my friend down. Sometimes the best quiet quality time with my Lord  is enjoyed when I set my Bible, Journal and Devotions aside and hit the ground running!

Well, at least walking…as in – with my Savior.

This particular morning I looked to the right, then left. I was the only person on that beautiful stretch of sandy, pebbly beach and I smiled broad at the thought of it.
He desires me. All to Himself.

He orchestrated the details of this date perfectly.

Ya know, every once in a while I need reminding.
God does not desire to be another check on my To Do list.

I am my beloved’s, and his desire is for me. Song of Solomon 7:10

He desires…Me.
He desires you too, my friend.

Yes, we should be in the routine of studying His Word, praying and having personal devotion times among other spiritual disciplines. But more than anything from days of old we need to remember that God desires Us. He longs to walk and talk and fellowship with us. Isn’t that the amazing difference and beauty of our Christian Faith. A God who desires us, pursues us and loves us to the uttermost. May we hold fast to the reality of this Living God. The One who enjoys spending time walking with us. Some days it just pays to walk away.

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Dawn Paoletta is a writer who is finally coming out of the closet and following her dream to share her life lessons and insights with anyone who will listen. Being recently laid up with a muscular injury has temporarily curtailed her career in fitness allowing her the golden opportunity needed to reorder her priorities and shift her focus to blogging her greatest passions: Living out her faith as a modern day disciple of Jesus Christ and enjoying spending time with her husband, daughter and family pets. She is a natural coach and encourager who can't help sharing what she's learned along her journey with authenticity, grace and truth. Visit Dawn at her blog, Beneath The Surface

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