"The Introvert Cave," as I call it, is a safe place to retreat from the noise of this world. I am removed from most civilization activities because I stay inside.
Allow me to describe my cave. It's a journey to get there. There are no roads or paths. I carry a backpack that holds all I need. Like what?
- Bible
- Journal and pen
- Flashlight
- White chaulk
- Light blanket and pillow
- Waterproof matches
- Change of clothes
- Roll of toilet paper
The cave itself has an opening that is neither too big or too small. It provides the right amount of light. The temperature is cool without dampness. It has markings on the stone walls from previous visits. There's a rock shaped fire pit from the small boulders I carried back from the stream. I can tell from the thin layer of dirt on the floor where I last laid my head. I feel instant peace and calm.
There is no routine for the day. I quiet my mind and let the Lord into this place. He is always with me but I'm not always aware of His presence because of the yammering in my head.
He waits for me.
He shows Himself to me.
He longs to share what He wants me to do.
And at the end of this journey in my cave, is all the peace and love I need so that I can carry on in His footsteps.
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