"The circumstances of my life can be so troubling.
The outward look is not always promising.
What counts is the inward reality,
the inner focus and perspective and gaze.
It will not happen if I do not purposefully cultivate it --
tend to it, water it, nurture it.
Here the joy, pleasure and delight are revealed.
Here is the sanctuary.
This is not necessarily a place,
but a space I carve out
for myself to be in God's presence.
It's a space in my heart and in my time ~ ~
a pause, an embrace, a calm rest.
I can carry it with me back into the fray.
Sanctuary is awareness of God's presence...
One of my daughters gave me this Psalms journal for my birthday two years ago. It has short passages from Psalms with room on the facing page to write my own reflections. I started using it during a particularly frazzled season of life. Then I stopped. I picked it up the other day and was struck by a verse with the word sanctuary in the day's passages:
"Lift up your hands
in the sanctuary
and bless the Lord."
Sanctuary is what I wrote about, and that's what you see in this blog post. It's another frazzled season of life with the kids starting school and me starting a new teaching job, and lots of other stuff going on, not all of it pleasant. (Like grieving the loss of my mother.) I need sanctuary. And that means investing the time that I don't think I have, with the God who turns a meager pile loaves and fishes into an abundant feast. I come weary and leave refreshed. I think I'll go back and read something I wrote a while back: Busy, Dizzy and In a Tizzy: Christian Contemplation for Moms and Other Frazzled Folks.
You may also like the more recent entries in my Strength in Hymn series:
- His Eye is on the Sparrow
- Let There Be Peace on Earth
- Be Thou My Vision
- Sweet Hour of Prayer
- For All the Faithful Women
- Guide Me, O Thou Great Jehovah
- Love Divine, All Loves Excelling
Grace and peace,