When I am old and gray and my memory is fading, I think I will always be able to recall one memory in my mind. A memory from my 25th year. The hard year and the best year.
I will always remember the fireplace in my parents’ basement.
Washington winters are dark and cold. Sometimes it feels like the sun never actually rises before it starts setting at three o’clock in the afternoon. The mornings are pitch black and icy frost covers the windshield as you leave for work. On these winter mornings I would shuffle from my bed in the freezing basement and walk out to the rec room. Thankfully, my parents had installed a gas fireplace on both floors of their home, so I would click the fire on and crumple into a heap on the floor in front of it. This is where I spent my minute with God. I would pray, put my Bible on my lap and read, and then pray again. I would ask for God’s mercy. I would confess sin. I would ask Him to make Himself big and real and important to my heart.
Liz von Ehrenkrook
Love this. I also find God in the waiting, and I pray often that he will show up in big ways so I KNOW it's him.