⛲️The Transformative Call Of Solitude

Updated: Jul 2




The refiners fire. No one willingly wants to go where separation turns us into different people. Life can and usually does, push us into dry places of being alone. Others often don’t understand the richness and depth that solitude bestows on those that learn to yield to the “quiet & still.” Regardless of what presses us into these dry places, whether through rejection, overwhelming grief, or just a “knowing” that our inner-man is screaming out for quiet solitude, something relentlessly stirs within us. It came as a surprise to me just how accessible the Father is, in these dry and barren places. His voice breaks through, once our field of vision becomes less crowded. The distractions of constant noise and the never-ending, compulsive drive to acquire more begins to melt away. This quiet place holds a reservation we didn’t ask for. It becomes an appointed time of inner-reconstruction.


It is a blessed season to hear that quiet thunder that causes us to inspect every corner of our hearts.; to experience the gentle ongoing nudge that persuades us to do the work of prayerfully purging guilt and hurt, one day at a time. For as long as it takes, this process of yielding in a “state of brokenness” to bring us to experience the Heavenly Father building us back, HIS way, in His time, is worth every tear and prayer. Eventually, we come to embrace the stillness and realize we’ve entered a much needed transformation zone. Little things begin to stand out. Somehow colors begin to appear richer; the air has a freshness that causes us to breathe deeper and long to be in His creation. The simple rhythmic sound of a ticking clock causes contemplation of the miraculous way our breath sustains us; the wonderment, of our heart beating in perfect cadence. Life’s heaviness becomes lighter, and less cumbersome the more we learn how to listen when YHVH speaks.


Finally we surrender all. The last, the most significant stronghold, the ego is on its way out. Our ego is theat deep-seated, gripping hand of pride and its’ ugly sister-companion, “control.” Plans and agendas are eventually removed from the altar of our own will and relinquished to the Will of the Most High. Though we don’t know what Father’s plan is, there’s an unfamiliar comfort in surrendering all control of life and yielding to the perfection of the Holy Spirit, leading us by faith, day-to-day. What unexpected treasures He unlocks for those pressed into a season of “being still.” This inner awakening usually comes about by the convergence of circumstances beyond our control, yet, for our betterment. Finally, here we are. We have ultimately yielded, poured ourselves out, wiped clean, and no longer resisting. This misunderstood place of solitude disturbs our "observers." They cannot discern the benefits of this inner construction zone, and they are completely baffled, by what they see. It's a process uncomfortable for them to watch; they most often retreat, wholly bewildered about what is happening to this person they once knew, and unable to understand the new person we’re becoming. We can be labeled because others equate solitude to unhappiness; when in fact we're yeilding to a time of of solitude because there's so much noise.


That set-apart place comes with a long and winding path whose twists and curves obscures the view ahead around the next corner. And never would we have imagined that this same path would lead us beside still waters. These waters are a restorative place. A destination our soul searches for that quiets the weary mind and grounds us in the Holy infinite perfection and glorious, thirst-quenching grandeur of the Great “I Am.” Here, we also found a flame that now burns with the hard-earned oil of maturity, necessary to light the stormy days of uncertainty ahead. Like oil lamps, our wicks require trimming so we can burn brighter. We trim our wicks by avoiding pitfalls that extinguishes inner light. The gossip, unforgiveness and sharp words are denied entry, and we separate ourselves from those that harbor it. We commune with the light and carry it with us as we rest in the assurance that we never walk alone. We are better, cleaner, and richer in Spirit for the season spent in that dry and barren place; that time of brokeness and inner reconstruction.


If you feel yourself going into a place where you’ve become set-apart, don’t be fearful of this season of searching, weeping in prayer, and being still; uncomfortable? Yes, but we find a beautiful, necessary gift veiled in solitude. When your circumstances delivers you into this precious season of "leveling-up," it will keep you for as long as it takes, for His Will to become your own; it is a time of arriving to you appointment of becoming who He called you to be.


John 4:14 - But whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst, but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water, springing up into everlasting life!

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