The Lord is doing a new thing and He wants His children in on it. I am in a set-apart place, away from the mainstream, separate from the loudness of the world and its busy-ness. It's a place of quiet and work. I'm writing my new book, alone with God and my work-- but I'm not without trials. Constant interruptions, problems surround me left and right, yet I feel in the midst of all storms I can create my own private sancutary and retreat. We don't always need the bucolic bliss of solitude beside a mountain stream, or a month at the seashore-- we can create our own retreat in the midst of the storm, like the cleft of the rock. I think I'd like to name my writing studio "Cleft of the Rock." I've been calling it my Upper Room, but it's more than that. My Upper Room has congealed to the size of a pocket cleft, yet by the Spirit of God, embraces the entire world.
I can do nothing without Him. The truth is, I don't want to do anything without Him. How foolsih would that be? I'm accustomed to separating myself from the world and locking myself away with the Lord Jesus alone-- this is nothing new-- yet, somehow this time set apart from the world around me, it feels fresh and new, like it's the first time I ever fasted and prayed. I miss the woods and the hills and the sunrises and sunsets, but up here in my attic studio, I am with Him, alone with Him, and that's better than anything.