Being Woven

Up on the Rooftop

Have you ever sat up in a tree or on a rooftop where no one could see you, yet you could see the world from this special bird’s-eye view?  Have you been up there watching the world go by in ways that made you a little dizzy, the pace was far too fast for this moment…high and hidden?  Have you pondered the idea of staying put in this place and living quietly to yourself?

I have!

When I was a little girl, I would climb up into a large tree on the corner when no one was around to see me shimmy up that big trunk.  I would play alone in a world of make-believe sometimes.  Or I would lean against a large, sturdy branch or high part of the trunk…reading a book.  Or I would just be still and enjoy the sound of the crows caw-cawing….until I heard my Mommy or one of my little sisters calling my name, looking for me to come home to dinner.

As I grew to high school age, I would climb up on the rooftop of our house with a book in hand and spend a hour or two reading and out of the way of my little sisters.  I just liked to be alone more often than they allowed me in the house or down on the yard.   (You know those little sisters and brothers?)

In college, I would tire of the noise that surrounded me and head to Mission Beach to sit on the wall, listening to the waves pounding upon the shore.  I often wrote poetry or journaled of my life, of my family, of dreams for my future, of the vastness of the ocean against the tininess of me.  I spent hours just pondering.  As darkness enveloped the sea, I would feel the pull of safety and go on home.

These days, I run into the arms of Jesus.  I can read, play make-believe, watch the world go by, listen to the birds, ponder Scripture, pray, just anything my heart desires.  I feel alone, yet surrounded by the love of God.  That cleft of the Rock is where I long to be.  That little girl, that high school youth, that college girl, all curl up with this adult that is me into the cradle of my LORD.  He lets me be quiet or lets me cry or lets me laugh.  He knows my heart.  He knows me inside-out.  We sit together whenever I go to Him.  He is always there…no doubt in my mind for He is waiting.

“Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you.”  (Matthew 7:7 ESV)

He is the Vine that supports me as I lean upon Him.

“Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit by itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in me. I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever abides in me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing.”
(John 15:4-5 ESV)

He is the Light that keeps the fear away.

Again Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”
(John 8:12 ESV)

He is the One, the Only One, Who truly gives rest.

For thus said the Lord GOD, the Holy One of Israel,
    “In returning and rest you shall be saved;
        in quietness and in trust shall be your strength.”
(Isaiah 30:15 ESV)

Then they cried to the LORD in their trouble,
        and he delivered them from their distress.
    He made the storm be still,
        and the waves of the sea were hushed.
    Then they were glad that the waters were quiet,
        and he brought them to their desired haven.
    Let them thank the LORD for his steadfast love,
        for his wondrous works to the children of man!
    Let them extol him in the congregation of the people,
        and praise him in the assembly of the elders.
(Psalm 107:28-32 ESV)

“Be still, and know that I am God.
        I will be exalted among the nations,
        I will be exalted in the earth!”
(Psalm 46:10 ESV)

In quietness and rest, I sit with my Jesus upon the rooftop.  In returning and trust, I am a child of God.

Thank You, LORD, for this day, for this calm and quiet in my life amidst the struggles, the pain, the angst, the toil.  You are my All in All, my Holy One of Israel, my King of kings, my LORD of lords.   I praise You and thank You.  Amen.  

Credits:

“Girl Reading in the Tree” photo – http://latefruit.wordpress.com/2010/11/30/why-read-books-if-we-cant-remember-them/

“Reading on the Roof” photo: by lanier67   AttributionNoncommercialNo Derivative Works Some rights reserved

“bike girl beach” photo: by byronv2  AttributionNoncommercial Some rights reserved

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