I used to sit at my family piano, chubby little girl fingers on the keys, playing notes to hear the beautiful sound of music.

I was alone, and it was quiet.  It was in those times I felt closest to Jesus.

Now, my life is loud.  I am not still very often.  The space of solitude I long for is filled with calendaring, needs waiting to be met, people counting on me for one reason or another.

Most of the time, I live without dwelling on what I miss.  But sometimes, I notice the hectic pace my life has taken on, and it disappoints me.  It is in those moments I most long to be that little girl, again…sitting on my piano bench, alone with my music and my Jesus.

But then I remember: I still have that access.

The Jesus I loved then is the same Jesus I love now.  He is still just as present.  He is ever just as faithful.  He will wait for me now, as He did then.  He knows that sitting with Him is the place I most need to be.

It is the same for you.

Where is the place you most feel Jesus?  When does He speak to you the loudest?  With all the noise in your life, are you able to hear Him when He does?

These are all the things I ask, myself.  They are all the things I must spend time learning how to value.

The little girl inside both of us has never gone away.  She is with us, still, and whether or not her memories are sweet, the one thing that remains is that she has never been without access to her Jesus.  Even now: when we most long to hear from Him, He most stands ready to help us listen.

I cannot go back to being a little girl, away from the pull of the world I’ve built around me.  But I can still be His little girl, alone in His presence, quiet…reverent…ready to simply let Him be to me what I most need Him to be.

Himself.

By Lisa Whittle {whose daughter, Shae, is the little girl in the picture :)}

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