I long to find a quiet place, a safe harbor where I can go when storms of doubt, and tsunamis of fear assail me.  When disappointments come and my old enemies—rejection, depression, anxiety, and inferiority threaten to overwhelm me. 

And I have found it.  It is always nearby and ever available. Not only have I found it, but I have gone there so many times that the path is well-worn—I can find my way there in the dark.

My safe harbor is in the chambers of my Father’s heart, that vast heart of love that breathed me into existence.  I am not just being poetic—my Father’s Heart exists in reality—in a dimension that my eyes of flesh can not see, nor my ears hear. But my spirit is soothed by the steady rhythm of a heart that accepts me unconditionally, that treasures me beyond my wildest dreams, and that loves me enough to die for me—something in fact, that He actually did.

Hope, healing, and joy abound in my Father’s heart and the wonder of it all, is that the more I get to know him, spend time with him, and learn to lean on Him, is the stronger, and more confident I become, like a child wrapped in his father’s arms until the storm is past.  His heart is a place where I can grow unhindered by my past with all its tides and undertows. 

I will share something with you from the secrets of my heart.  Every morning, when I wake up, I sense my Father’s love and I wonder at the joy that spreads quietly through my soul before I rise to begin another day.  Nehemiah, the prophet of old proclaimed, The Joy of the Lord is your strength.  I am with you Nehemiah.  You experienced the Father’s Heart—I know, for those are the words of someone who has been there.

I hope you, my friends who read my blog, have found that place, and I hope you go there often for there is room for all, and the Father waits to welcome you into his heart of love.