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        Lord, I Want to Know You More




It is very early, and a gentle hush covers this aging house except for the whispers, breathing, slight movements or shifting, and creaks that seem to come from nowhere. They are welcomed and familiar sounds to me, so much so that I no longer consciously hear them. Over time, they have become an intricate part of me and my devotion to this beloved place I call home.

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It's a peaceful time of day with a pen and cup in hand. I once again write down my thoughts, recall questions, contemplate plans, and even dream of my desires. All of my quests seem to come to life and dance across the pages of my journal as the wet ink hits the page. Somehow, through the inking of each thought, they become possibilities. So, I stop for a moment. I take in the stillness of the morning in this sacred meeting place, even if it is only the corner of the kitchen table, and I am awakened, Lord, to your wonder and the possibilities You have for me.


I imagine what would happen if I knew your whispers as well as I know the sounds of this house, and your intent so well placed within my heart became such an intricate part of me that I no longer knew what it was like to be without it? As I pen these words again, the possibilities of genuinely understanding Your heart and Your mind captivate me, so I still ask what if?


Lord, thank you for being the Savior, Restorer, and Defender of my life. If these gifts were all you ever gave to me, they would be far more than I deserve, but I want to know you more, Lord. I want the imprints of Your truth and Your character etched on my heart. I, like my home, am aging too. I long to know your thoughts as my own so that my actions will always reflect you. I need to be reminded to pause, listen and learn your ways so that they are part of me, not conjured up through fleshly efforts. I ask you again. What if I could truly know you more, Lord? That is what I will ponder for the day,


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