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The Power Closet



This being National Day of Prayer and all, I found a post of mine from 2014 that I "tweeked" a bit.  

Do you have a power closet?  Somewhere just for you and God?  Its a place of devotion, surrender and confession.  It might be in your house or in the front seat of your car.   It really doesn't matter because all you have to do is “show up” and talk to God.  

It’s getting there that’s the hard part.  First, we have to take the time. Second, admit something - a need, a want, a sin and third, listen. 
Satan doesn’t want us in the power closet, you know.   He rather see us in the denial bin - in darkness, where there is no light.  But light is where healing begins.  In Christ there is no darkness at all.  Hence, the need for the power closet . . . .  talking to God brings it all to the light, don't you think?  Confession, repentance, strength, hope - the power that comes forth from God through hearts devoted to Him is amazing!!  The power closet is filled with Him.  Shining His light and His wisdom, turning humble prayer into heart-felt praise and thanksgiving.   

Just thinking of this reminds me how faithful He is – how powerful – how amazing – HOW ALMIGHTY!  Time in the power closet takes the focus off the problem and puts it on the Provider.  

He so provides, doesn’t He?  Psalm 18 says 

I love You, O Lord, my strength.  The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; 

My God is my rock, in whom I take refuge.  He is my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. 

I call to the Lord, Who is worthy of praise, and I am saved from my enemies. 

My time in the power closet brings me to my knees and keeps me there.  It peels away the layers of myself and exposes needs I don’t want to admit, let alone deal with.  This is where I need to be:  where all my feelings can be unloaded.  Confessed.  Left.  Whether it’s a few minutes every morning or a half hour before I go to bed, the power closet is my haven.  My release, my refuge.  It's where I fill myself up, regain strength and start over.   

The Power Closet - all you need is a space, time and a ready heart.  God will do the rest.

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