The Charging Station


“Early the next morning Jesus woke and left the house. He went to a lonely place, where He prayed.” Mark 1:35 NCV

I’m just not an early morning type of girl. I love a good sleep in type of day. I believe by sleeping in I will have the energy to face my day. However, this does cause a certain issue for myself. I usually miss my quiet time with the Lord. Instead of praying I’m sleeping, and on these types of days it seems as if I am in a circular type of movement. I’m aimlessly wandering as if I don’t really have much to do that day, which is totally not the case.

The other day we parked across from one of the electric cars. It was plugged into a charging station. I laughed because it was so cute and I had never seen that sight. This little electric car needed voltage so that it could transport it’s owner on down the road of her journey. The owner of the car was sitting inside eating her lunch. She too was getting fuel to carry on with her day. It occurred to me then, that is exactly the illustration of Jesus in the above verse. Early every morning even before the sun shed its light upon the land, Jesus would rise and pray. Going out to commune with His Father in Heaven before the days activities would begin. He plugged into His charging station so He could journey on the way to His destination. His time with the Father was His energy supply. He received His road map and guidance coordinates from this time spent with God.

Jesus had a hectic life filled with confronting human misery. In a single Sabbath day, He taught in a synagogue, drove out an evil spirit, healed Simon’s mother-in-law, and then went on to heal a town of sick and demon possessed people. He worked well into the night driven by compassion for those who were hurting. He was like the energizer bunny. Instead of draining Him, each act of service seemed to infuse Him with life. Even after an exerting type of day He still got up early to be with His Father. Time with God was His charging station.

I am journeying onward as I finish up my second book “On the Way – 40 days journeying with Jesus on the way to the cross.” I have had some busy days since the last time I posted. Yesterday I wrote the chapter “Walking a mile in His Sandals.” I observed an event filled day in the life of Jesus. It exhausted me to consider all that He did in one 24 hour day, but as I lay my head down last night God gave me a strategy to get through any hectic day I might have.

DON’T NEGLECT MY TIME WITH HIM! Beginning my day with God calms me, centers me, and provides me with a launching point to begin my activities.

I hope you are getting as excited as I am about the book “On the Way.” I told Kevin I am enjoying this leg of the journey even more than I did when I wrote “Through Their eyes.” At the end of each chapter there is a new surprise as God takes me deeper into His Story.

With this new book I decided to revamp my website. Thank you Bethany Duarte. It is computer friendly for the technologically challenged, and it will be easier on you as a fellow pilgrim to join me on this journey. Just click “follow” at the bottom of the screen and you will become part of my traveling band of brothers and sisters. Or scroll down and click “Join” at the end of each page. It’s not the “Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.” It’s the family of God joining together on a treasure hunt to seek the Pearl of Great Price.

“You will seek Me and find Me when you seek me with all your heart.” Jeremiah 29:13 NIV.

Every year because Jesus was a faithful follower of Mosaic Law and the Law of God, He would journey to Jerusalem for the Passover celebration. He travelled with an entourage of other faithful followers. They were on a pilgrimage to celebrate God’s liberation from slavery.

I am on a pilgrimage also. I want to unearth the eternity seed God planted in my heart long ago when He fashioned me before the day of my birth. Just click the “follow button” to become part of the voyage to dig up this treasure that lay inside us.

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