This morning I sat in my closet and asked God's forgiveness for neglecting to meet Him there as regularly. I hadn't stopped praying or meditating on Scripture. I hadn't forgotten Him. But I'd become so intentional with reaching out that I neglected to be intentional with reaching up in the one place that I most humbly enter into the presence of God.

I listen in my closet. I bow. I speak. I pray. I commune with God in ways I cannot in public places. No make-up. No mouth wash. No accessories, cool outfits, or flat-ironed hair. No smiling when I feel like crying. It's just me and the God of the universe. Holy ground. Me, God, and my dirty laundry.

My closet is where I hear Him best. It's where I began to heal despite the fact that I didn't have insurance or thousands of dollars to spend on therapy. I reached up and subsequently, God gave me an unquenchable desire to reach out to you. It's not something I can neglect and continue to serve you humbly and effectively. So, I'm taking a week off to Pow Wow with God. (I'm part Cherokee.)

This week would be a good time to cruise the categories on this page and also the daily dose. I'll be back next Tuesday! Though I will not be writing, I WILL be praying for you.

Do you have a special place or routine that fosters a more intimate connection with God? Where? What? Have you gotten away from it? If yes, take this week to spend more time reaching up.