I rise early in the morning. Make my coffee. Have a seat. Cuddle with the cat. Open the Good Book.
In this spot I read. I'm taken beyond the Living Word and placed alongside my God. My Safe Haven. My Rock. My Refuge.
Regardless of what is on my heart that morning, He tends to my soul. In this spot, it's just me and Him. Spending time together. Knowing each other. Loving each other. Me listening and learning. Him speaking to my heart.
I cherish this time.
It isn't always uninterrupted. Sometimes it may come later in the day. Some days it comes multiple times per day.
Always a safe space.
Always my haven.
I read His Holy Word.
I devour it.
It leaves an imprint on my heart, mind, and soul.
It's is a part of me.
His Word is living.
His Word is powerful.
His Word is what I crave.
His Word takes me to a place of love, mercy, hope, and comfort.
His Word is full of grace.
His Word is my haven.
If you've enjoyed my FMF post, stop over at Kate's to read LeeAnn's thoughts on the word Haven. There are other great writers' links as well.