Enter Your Closet

But thou, when thou
prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy
Father which is in secret; and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward
thee openly
(Matthew 6:6).
  
The Father wants us to share our heart with Him. He wants to
be our burden bearer. Casting all your
care upon Him, for He cares for you
 (1 Peter 5:7). Heart fellowship was the reason
He created us. It’s the reason He redeemed us.
 
Jesus said that when we pray, we’re to go into our most
private room, he called it a closet. This is a place of intimacy. The Greek
word here could be translated bedchamber. This is a place where a husband and
wife share intimate moments. Life comes from that sharing.
  
The Father wants to be intimate with us. He wants us to
share our secret thoughts with Him. Life will come out of those moments.
  
I want to encourage you to take time to develop intimacy
with the Father in your closet, your bedchamber. Find a place that is
undisturbed, and just begin to talk to Him about the concerns of your life.
 I’m going to leave
you today with Psalm 139: 1-18. The Father has used this passage to reveal to
me how tenderly He thinks of me. Allow it to minister to you:
 
 Psalm 139:1-18 (God’s
Word Translation)
O Lord, you have
examined me, and you know me. You alone know when I sit down and when I get up.
You read my thoughts from far away. You watch me when I travel and when I rest.
You are familiar with all my ways. Even before there is a single word on my
tongue, you know all about it, Lord. You are all around me—in front of me and
in back of me. You lay your hand on me. Such knowledge is beyond my grasp. It
is so high I cannot reach it. Where can I go to get away from your Spirit?
Where can I run to get away from you? If I go up to heaven, you are there. If I
make my bed in hell, you are there. If I climb upward on the rays of the
morning sun or land on the most distant shore of the sea where the sun sets,
even there your hand would guide me and your right hand would hold on to me. If
I say, “Let the darkness hide me and let the light around me turn into
night,” even the darkness is not too dark for you. Night is as bright as
day. Darkness and light are the same to you. You alone created my inner being.
You knitted me together inside my mother. I will give thanks to you because I
have been so amazingly and miraculously made. Your works are miraculous, and my
soul is fully aware of this. My bones were not hidden from you when I was being
made in secret, when I was being skillfully woven in an underground workshop.
Your eyes saw me when I was only a fetus. Every day of my life was recorded in
your book before one of them had taken place. How precious are your thoughts
concerning me, O God! How vast in number they are! If I try to count them,
there would be more of them than there are grains of sand. When I wake up, I am
still with you.

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