running to the secret place

Last week. we were in the mountains. Beautiful, every-changing waterfalls and sun shining secretly through almost-barren trees.

my soul restored, my faith renewed, my eyes open.

the secret place, where You are.

~

Sometimes it takes a complete change of scenery to remind of us the beauty we have here on earth. I’m sure it in no way compares to heaven, but how lovely that He would create visual hope, a retreat from the evil of this world, that we can return to. One of the reasons I believe in travel, even if it’s just down a new street or local park: our eyes, and our hearts, refocus.

Maybe you don’t have the time or finances to travel. Enter: the world of art. Art has this amazing characteristic of reflecting a million ways each person sees part of the world. Not just paintings (although I’m partial to it, of course). Dance, floral arrangements, photography, writing, interior design, cooking… there’s art to be admired everywhere! You just have to open your eyes. The way your best friend laughs, the way your neighbor sits on their porch each morning, how your mom is at peace when she gardens, the way your dog stretches… God orchestrates every bit of it. And that- is art.

{the secret place ~ phil wickham}

Where will you run, my soul
Where will you go when wells run dry
When the wind starts to blow
How you gonna keep this flame alive

In the fading light when night is breaking
I know You will always be waiting
You'll always be there
I'm running to the secret place

Where You are, where You are
I sing to You of all the ways
You stole my heart, stole my heart
Better is a moment that I spend with You

Than a million other days away
I'm running, I'm running
I'm running to the secret place
You are my only hope
You are the Rock on which I stand

You will not let me go
I know that I am safe inside Your hands
In the fading light when night is breaking
I know You will always be waiting
You'll always be there
I'm running to the secret place

Where You are, where You are
I sing to You of all the ways
You stole my heart, stole my heart
Better is a moment that I spend with You

Than a million other days away
I'm running, I'm running
I'm running to the secret place
Hands are lifted high, hearts awake to life

We are satisfied here with You, here with You
Chains will hit the floor, broken lives restored
We couldn't ask for more here with You, here with You
I'm running to the secret place
Where You are, where You are

I sing to You of all the ways
You stole my heart, stole my heart
Better is a moment that I spend with You
Than a million other days away
I'm running, I'm running
I'm running to the secret place