I’d been feeling it for a few days. Pressure. On every side, I felt as though my life was a giant pressure cooker. I needed quietness to dispel the claustrophobic pressing.
Between life as a wife & homemaker, an employee at an IT firm, friend, daughter, & sister, my life felt heavy.
My darling husband is excellent at allowing me “wife time” in the evenings, but this time lately has been filled with TV. I rarely allow myself time just to be – and even my just being time I fill with unimportant things. This weekend I’d reached my boiling point, and it was this post that made me realize just how claustrophobic I was feeling.
So, I asked my husband if I could have some time. Quietness to realign myself. To shut down social media and the TV. To open onion skin pagesrather than Holy, inspired, words of technological format.
He helped me clear off a big cozy chair in our living room and I rested. I sipped french pressed coffee and tasted His goodness.
And here I found peace. I found words. I felt the pressure easing.
Just as much as we were designed for community, we were also designed for communion. For separating ourselves from the noise of this world and relishing in the attention given by our Creator.
I’m recognizing my need for this more. For communion with my Savoir and disengagement from everything else that tries to steal my affections. Then, all that’s left for me to do is drop the burdens in my hands and run to the quietness.
Thanks also to encouragement from my husband, knowing I need space for quiet, we’re going to clean up and reorganize our “spare bedroom” into some place where quiet can exist without having to leave the house. Some place I can shut the door and commune.
How do you steal away from the noise?
Do you have a special place you go?
Prudence is a wanna be writer who lives in the metropolis of Arizona with her husband Shawn and two Chihuahuas. She writes her heart. At her core she aches for the poor and the orphan and those far from God. She’s learning to live a life of grace and to wait expectantly and patiently for God’s next big thing in her & Shawn’s life.
My go-to place is the Natchez Trace National Parkway. There’s so many places along this historic trail/highway where I can just park the car, sit in the grass and commune with Him. I don’t know what I’m going to do when I move in a few weeks because where I’m going has nothing like the Trace.
Great post, Prudy.
Thanks Jason. God will provide a place. He likes your communion with Him.
Loved this “Just as much as we were designed for community, we were also designed for communion. ”
My place is on the elliptical which then makes me realize… I really need a cozy chair because that’s way better;)
Big cozy chairs are always way better, but ellipticals are better for the body. Too bad we can’t combine both. For the body and for the spirit.
Oh how I wish I had an escape in my house. Hmmm…Maybe that’s next on the list. I’m sure we have a corner tucked away somewhere. I would love a little sun room- just for me
Yes, you need this. While going to a coffee shop is nice and hip and all, having some place at home is better. And cheaper.
oooooh. i wanna help!
I started going through the Book of Common Prayer a couple of months ago. It’s been a nice way of centering myself and focusing on what really matters. I’m glad you’re creating your own place of rest!
I recently just got that for my Kindle. I haven’t started it yet. Perhaps the beginning of the year.
“Just as much as we were designed for community, we were also designed for communion.”
Whoa. Dear conviction- you have a funny way of showing up on a Thursday afternoon. The busyness and noise of my life mean nothing without being in constant communion with Him. Absent that communion, it’s just loud, restless noise.
Thank you. It hurts. But thank you.
AE – I hope that you find rest this weekend. May you find sweet communion.