He Just Likes to Be with Me.

Jesus said to them, `Come away with me. Let us go alone to a quiet place and rest for a while.’  Mark 6:31a

“Ann! It’s time to get up,” I heard my husband Marty say.

It is? I thought, coming out of a deep sleep. It didn’t seem that late to me, especially on a Sunday morning. Church didn’t start for hours. I yawned.

As Marty walked through the bedroom, I asked hoarsely, “What time is it?”

He looked at his watch, replied, “Six o’clock,” and went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Six o’clock!? Why would he think it’s time to get up? But I didn’t try to ask him through the door and over the sound of running water.

I tried to get back to sleep but found I couldn’t, mainly because I was too annoyed at the “rude awakening” I felt I had received. I tossed, turned, and grumbled. Finally, I figured I might as well get up. It was too beautiful a morning to lie in bed, stewing. I threw on some clothes, grabbed cup of tea, and went outside.

The early morning light splashed across the sky in pastel shades of pink and yellow. I walked barefoot in the dewy grass along the shoreline, watching the waterfowl paddling lazily on the glass-like surface of the lake. I smiled for the first time that day, and it felt good. I decided to stop being childish and adjust my attitude. This was too nice a time to spend pouting!

Sitting under a tree, I talked to Jesus. I thanked Him for the beauty of the morning and for the peace and solitude that had been a rare commodity in a season of small children and their demands. The breeze felt like the gentle caress of God, as the more I thanked him, the happier I became.

I didn’t have my Bible; I just let Him speak gently to me through His creation. I didn’t have my prayer list to go through, checking off each request; we just talked. I don’t remember if I sang that day, but knowing me, it’s a definite possibility. I only remember the feeling of my heart being filled to overflowing with peace and joy, as I communed with my Best Friend.

After an hour of two, I thought of Marty and how annoyed I had been with him. Now I was, in fact, grateful I had been awakened when I was. To think I had almost missed this special time! Then, suspecting the kids were probably awake by now, I headed inside to get them and myself ready for church, after taking one more leisurely lap around the yard.

When I saw Marty – the reason I had risen unusually early – I gave him a warm greeting.

“I’m actually glad I got up early! So, I’m not complaining, just curious – Why did you get me up at six o’clock?” I inquired.

“I didn’t get you up at six o’clock,” he said.

“Yeah, you did. You said, ‘Ann! It’s time to get up.'”

“No I didn’t. You asked me what time it was, and I said ‘Six o’clock.'”

“Well, yeah. But before that …”

“I didn’t say anything before that.”

Last week I wrote about how we hear God. I said He doesn’t speak to us in an audible voice – not usually. But, being God, I suppose He can speak to us any way He wants. As they say, “Whatever works.”

That day I realized, sometimes He sounds just like my husband.

Prayer: Father, I know You love me and will speak to me any way You choose. Thanks for not giving up on me when I’m hard of hearing! Make me sensitive to Your voice, and help me obey, even when I don’t feel like it at first. In Jesus’ name, amen.

44 thoughts on “He Just Likes to Be with Me.

  1. That was simply beautiful, and so like what God does! I had a similar “event” with one of my sons who is temporarily staying with us. Suffice to say I was a tad on the grumpy side. I call it the small picture, big picture, perspective. I keep focusing on the small and God keeps reminding me of the big, and how He has dealt with me. Suffice to say that my grumpy attitude was not justified. No harm done because I did not voice it but God knew and He let me know. God’s grace is a beautiful thing! And you’re right about God’s voice. Sometimes He even sounds like my wife! Thank you for sharing that! Blessings!

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    1. “No harm done because I did not voice it.” YES! Aren’t you glad God keeps us from saying what’s on our minds sometimes? Part of my daily prayer is “Put a guard at my mouth and a rein on my tongue.” πŸ˜‰ Thanks for you input, Bruce.

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  2. Ann, I love how the Lord (not Marty!) got you up that morning! And I especially love this: “I just let Him speak gently to me through His creation.” I’ve probably written this in a comment on your blog before, but some of my best times of worship are when I’m out enjoying His creation.

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    1. Sometimes I see spiritual lessons in nature – like truths about growth and seeds and light. But one day I looked up and saw from where I was standing, the tree I was under was growing in an intricate pattern. I prayed, “Wow! Beautiful! What am I supposed to learn from this, Lord?” I could feel Him chuckle as He responded, “Nothing, silly. You’re just supposed to enjoy it.” πŸ˜€ πŸ˜‰

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  3. This was lovely to read Ann. Makes me want to be sensitive to hear God more. And also take a moment and reflect on the things that might be annoying in the moment and look at it differently. Thank you Ann.

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  4. I have experienced those “nature times” where I felt Him speak, cuddle, and refueling. I must admit, the stuff of life can be such that I haven’t had those treasured moments in so long. But, I do hold to their memories.

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    1. I know the feeling, Alan. This happened decades ago, and I’m trying to remember when it last happened – not the audio voice, but just the solitude and “precious moments.” I have them, but when the ADD kicks in, it seems I can’t hear from Him for a few seconds without immediately wanting to share it with my readers. πŸ˜‰

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