06/02/2026
Just Get Away
Almost every person has that special place where the Holy Spirit speaks quietly into their hearts. A few I know have modeled a prayer room in their home similar to a scene in the movie “War Room.” They have shared they often lose time in this place and a few times the peace is so great that they have fallen into a deep sleep. For some it means turning the radio up to their favorite Christian station and driving mindlessly singing and rejoicing in the presence of the Lord. My son Allen loved to sit in a window watching a summer thunderstorm racing through the area. He said the rumbling thunder and flashes of light reminded him of the awesome power of the Lord.
Then there are those who find great solitude sitting outside enjoying the first rays of daylight creeping over the land. As the world seems the wake up, the various birds bring their morning song of praise to their Creator. They know that come rain or shine the day would always begin to break through the blackness of the previous night. That moment in time restores their hope in the Lord.
Some enjoy long walks on nature trails watching the wildlife, the sound of the gentle breezes blowing through the bushes as the shadows of sunlight wave through the leaves on the trees. Occasionally, a squirrel may scurry across their path and in some areas larger wildlife will dart ahead of them. Others have an array of feeders bringing wildlife like birds, squirrels, and hummingbirds and a vast array of colors fliting back and forth.
For me personally, my favorite place is at the beach. As a caregiver, first to my husband and then my son, I was unable to travel to the beach for about 10 years. After my son passed, a dear friend gifted me two nights at an ocean front condo. At first, I refused her generous gift feeling it was too valuable. Finally, I accepted and stepped out into this new adventure. To be honest, I almost turned around to return home when I realized the trip required going over a tall bridge. Yep, my fear of heights almost got the best of me. I quickly realized I was at the point of no return, and I was forced to continue on the journey.
Then as I reached the top of the bridge, I could see the vast blue ocean. My tears flowed freely as this beautiful sight waved to me. I remember walking out on the balcony watching the waves rushing on shore as the roar of the waves pushed aside the sounds of the world around me. I remember walking for hours, grabbing seashells for later memories, and just listening to the sounds of the water. I realized as I sat quietly in that place that the Holy Spirit was ministering deeply to my heart. I had dealt with years of illness, sorrow, watching loved ones losing their battle to stay with us, and I promise you it was a heavy burden to endure. However, at this place and at this time, the Spirit of the Lord washed away so much of the sorrow and grief I was carrying. Do I still grieve? Yes, but not to the same intensity as in those days.
My point is this; I encourage you to go to the place that touches you, that delivers you, that brings hope back to your weary heart. Whether it’s for a few minutes, hours, or even days, go! Your heart needs the touch that only the Holy Spirit can bring. Whether it’s the sounds of the ocean or the mountains, or your music blaring, go for it. Draw near to the Lord and hold on to the truth that He is with you.