I want every single portion of God’s inspired word to have a chance at my heart.
I don’t want a single issue in my soul to remain unmoved because I wasn’t
careful to expose myself to the full breadth of His wisdom and revelation.
I expect God to surprise me with insight from what I might have thought to
be the most unlikely portions of His words.
I want the full package, so I read the full package.
—from Secrets of the Secret Place by Bob Sorge
This weekend contained what I affectionately call Super Saturday.
For most of the nearly 21 years we have lived in our home, Carl has summoned his
work weary body to play early morning basketball.
He is a superhero in my book on the court as well as in winning the dark morning battle
against the comforter.
I call these Saturday mornings “super” because I am able to
a little a lot later than Carl and bask in the quiet of the house.
I spend time in the Word, perhaps catch up on a Bible study I am
doing with friends and can joyfully linger longer than on normal rushed mornings.
I pray and sometimes read a book.
I am recovered.
On Super Saturdays, I can luxuriate for an hour or more in the silence.
The curve of my soul longs for space, time and solitude.
Over the years there have been any number of combinations of slumbering
children pressed into beds on Saturday morning.
The youngest member of our tribe is made in the image of his hoops playing dad and
rarely sleeps long enough to my liking.
Super Saturdays are a gift I spread my arms
wider to greedily receive.
I resist the pull of extended slumber.
I don’t mind seeing my dog waiting at the bottom of our
We both are looking for an open door.
I fill a glass of water and prepare the kettle for tea.
I slide into my chair and exhale.
I breath out because I don’t want to inhale the chatterbox telling me,
I don’t have enough time,
someone will wake up any moment,
aren’t you still tired.
I simply keep breathing and dive in that very second.
I write out a Psalm, read and pray through passages of scripture.
Upon reflection, I discover I have spent time in
old and new,
poetry, letters and history.
When the last verse is consumed I feel
flooded by the synergy of the passages.
I have one more day of reading in Deuteronomy.
There has been an undulating rhythm in reading this time,
God, your God seems to open each verse.
There in the silence I whisper as well,
God, my God,
you are the one who ties each
verse from beginning to finale.
You are the one who invites me along despite my failings.
You have intertwined me with your plans, purposes and promises.
Every plea I utter falls on open and affectionate ears.
As if the spell is broken I hear feet sliding
down carpeted stairs.
This sacred sequestered morning with my
Maker has informed my heart deep enough
to offer welcome to my semi-conscious son
instead of feeling interrupted. (Progress!)
Later in the kitchen over hot mugs of weekend fortitude,
I chat with Carl about my Super Saturday.
“This must feel like stability since you have been reading
the last couple of days.”
I respond with a grin,
“Oh I like that word Carl.
Thank you for saying that.
I’m going to hold onto
that word for a while.”
This response actually came an hour later, when I was finishing
a book and Carl was performing more heroic feats over
What I immediately said to Carl was reflexive,
the school of perfection
I have come to see them as twin idols flanking my mantle.
“Well, yeah, but I have been reading everyday.”
I voice my deep wonder about God and without
missing a breath, I feel the need to point out my “spotless” record.
Stability is found hanging out with the one who holds
the substance of my life in His hands.
Showing up is a discipline and doesn’t add tally marks to my worth.
I am stabilized when I exchange my horizontal posture
for a vertical position before Him.
Some days I am fortified by allowing Him to love me while
my head continues to dent my pillow.
God is all parts stability and this is a beautiful blessed reality.
A welcome relief to my soul.
I can find Him in 5-minute segments or occasional
God in all His awe-inspiring stability makes every day super.