In my prayer closet, the foundations of the earth lay bare, and the mysteries of the cosmos are made known to me. Whilst on my knees, face flat on the floor, the spirit of the psalms and songs begins pour out, and I call upon the name of the one who can deliver me. “Yahweh! Yeshua! Rapha! Elohim! My rock, my shield, and the horn of my salvation!” He hears my cry and anoints me with His Presence, and I confess to Him all the deepest sorrows of my heart. Some trust in pills, and some trust in therapists, but I will remember the name of the Lord our God.
How great is He! That a sinner and a man born of dirt, whose existence is smaller to Him than what a single atom is to the stretches of the earth, can be heard and be treated as a son! How great is He! Who is more humble than me, even to the point that he would come and wash my feet! A king who came as a servant to serve a man who doesn’t even deserve to breathe, and yet he acknowledges me and gives me rest. He is the Lord of the Sabbath!
Some believe they will find their rest on vacation. As some will pay hundreds to flee to another city, or pay thousands on a getaway to another country, but in my prayer closet, I traverse outside the fabric of the universe and enter the dwelling place of the holy and living God! It is there that I find rest that even a thousand years on the beach of Ipanema could never provide. Where its sun and waters may revitalize my body, but the living water and the true light of the Lord will restore my soul! I am given a round trip ticket, daily, to enter the glory of the new Jerusalem, and it comes at no cost to me, but paid in full by the precious blood of the Lamb, Jesus Christ.
I thank Him for His grace and His mercy. All glory belongs to Him, forever. Amen.