The day that wasn't there.

Have you ever had a day that wasn’t there? Not that the day didn’t exist, but more like you didn’t exist for a day. Not many months ago I disappeared for a day because I needed to think, pray, and honestly just breathe. The situation aside, I found myself in desperate need of peace as I was emotionally drained and physically spent. At the end of a very tumultuous time I had run out of thoughts, run out of feelings, and had actually run out of words to say, even to God. I left the house early that Friday without a plan. I did not know where I was going, but knew that I had to bring my Bible with me. After an hour or so I found myself sitting on the end of a pier clutching my Bible staring off into the sea. I am not sure how much time passed, it seemed to be ages, but was probably a couple of hours. Randomly a friendly gentleman knelt down beside me and asked if I was okay. Suddenly the thought popped into my mind, “he thinks I’m about to jump.” For the first time in what felt like ages I laughed and with a grin replied that I was okay and appreciated his concern. It was as if that spark of joy was a gust of wind filling the sails of my soul. I looked down into my hands and realized I was holding the answer. Immediately I opened to Psalms and just began reading. Finally I came to it – Psalm 42:5-6a “Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God.” And there after much reading, crying, praying and waiting my God spoke to me through His Word, through His Spirit. If you are in Him and He in you, seek Him, get alone with Him, wait on Him…He will answer and you will praise Him again.