Yes, every night I have a ‘date’ under the stars. It is with someone I love dearly with all my body, mind & soul. Even in bad weather when I may have to stand in the doorway to be with Him, still -He wants to hear from me, because I AM WORTH IT to Him! If I forget or get too busy, I get that gentle heart-nudge to come outside. It is the part of my daily routine I anticipate the most and I can’t miss it or I go to bed feeling incomplete.
If then you were raised with Christ, seek those things which are above,
where Christ is, sitting at the right hand of God.
Set your mind on things above, not on things on the earth. (Colossians 3:1-2)
Yes, the Lord waits patiently for me. Men may complain about women constantly chattering, but the Lord never complains. He actually waits to hear from me every single day, as much as I want or need to air out my thoughts and worries. He never tires of it, especially when I am lifting up my friends and family to Him in prayer. I can tell Him anything and He never flinches, no matter how bad my confessions or thoughts seem to me, because He knows everything anyway. I walk away refreshed, at peace knowing He heard every single word and He still loves me. This motivates me to do better at living a better and purer life.
And in the morning, rising up a great while before day, he went out, and departed into a solitary place, and there prayed. (Mark 1:35)
Even Jesus sometimes stole away from his friends and the chaotic tours during his ministry, and he would find a quiet place to talk to God. It was His bread and water, His lifeline – as the Lord has become mine. The evening that he prayed before His betrayal (Matthew 26:36-56), he separated himself several times from the disciples and went to pray, with heavy-heart and a need for a good talk with the Father. Jesus knew that God heard him each and every time.
Why do I pray outside under the stars on the coldest nights? I have been asked this and the answer is quite practical. It can be freezing wind or snow, or muggy and bug-thick outside sometimes, but to talk to God under the Heavens that He created is somehow special for me – more comforting and confirming. There are less distractions and I don’t feel the elements too much when I am with Him in prayer. What I do see is the wide open universe before me that cannot contain even the wisdom and might of God. If He can arrange this whole universe and name the stars, then God can surely handle my puny earth-bound problems. They seem so little in the grand scheme of things spread out before me.
Lift up your eyes and look to the heavens: Who created all these?
He who brings out the starry host one by one
and calls forth each of them by name.
Because of his great power and mighty strength,
not one of them is missing. (Isaiah 40:26)
I get a sense of being a welcome part of something much bigger. Still, even the little things that I dream of or wish for matter to Him because they matter to me.
That joy in confidently approaching and standing before Him – THE King of Kings – and the unconditional love is there as He waits for me daily – it’s unequivocal. A close second would be the love and hugs of a child, and that is a gift, a sample of His own love.
The darker the sky, the better to see all the constellations more clearly in light-polluted New Jersey, but a full Harvest Moon is a sight to behold as well. Every night, I prepare for my nightly prayer time with the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Sometimes in my robe & slippers, or the warmer weather begs for a can of Deep Woods Off!. I am still there!