By Gena Granberg
About 10 years ago I added a weekly time of solitude with God to my schedule. At the time, Stan and I had just started a new church planting ministry and I was keenly aware of how this could not be done without God at the front and center as our guide. I was desperate for him.
I struggled for quite a while to get this regular solitude time to take hold. Eventually, I found for me, the essential piece was dedicating a place to be in solitude with him.
When we lived in Portland, OR it was the Columbia River gorge with its mighty cliffs, deep valley, mighty river, and majestic Mt. Hood above it all. Now in Jonesboro, AR my place looks quite different with its playgrounds, picnic pavilions, fishing pond, and walking path. Wherever my dedicated place for solitude, here are some things he teaches me when I’m alone with him.