40 Days and 40 Nights

Yesterday, as I drove toward home, I sensed God's presence, His voice, whispering. I listened long, yet resisted. He won. He always does, through His wooing ways...His winsome gaze into my soul's deepest shadows. He knows me. Yet He loves me. 

Words whispered gently, warm, like light streaming into morning window, His words parted darkness, like curtains, and my heart knew what He desires: 40 days and 40 nights with me, closer...leaning on His chest, John-like. 

He desires 40 days and 40 nights with me sequestered within the "ark" of His protection, from all that floods my world...the longings, the stresses, the enemy's temptations. He desires for me to renew first love, divine and to let go of my desires for a mate...to run to Him and away from the world. To run to Him and away from men. 

What can I say but YES to Him who woos my soul? So, Sunday was day one of 40 days and 40 nights within His "Ark."