There is a space in my home, a time carved out to meet with God. That still, quiet place where I can think and listen, read and consider how the word of God can do a work in me. That shaping which happens as the words on the page roll over and over reminding you that he is very good, that his comfort is deep and wide, that He has been and will be always faithful, as story after story speaks of His heart and the unrelenting pursuit of his grace. That place where there is a gentle whisper reminding you to stay the path, or the roar that calls you out of your fear and into his wonderful calling.
The space is getting quieter as my kids are growing up. When they were little my chair was at the dining table whilst they watched playschool, an interrupted half an hour that silenced the noise of my world with the presence of his word. Time to surrender my fears, my dreams, and to petition the door of heaven for those who I would pray for. That season in simplicity and imperfection saw prayers answered I never thought possible and a calling to move deeper still into his wonderful calling. I was reminded how I was not alone and understood the nearness of God as I walked through difficult seasons.
I was amazed at how often simply reading through my plan, the reading on that particular day would speak to me so powerfully and I was so thankful. A word in season that calmed my heart or inspired me to continue pursuing knowing God. Each story I read as if new, and the more I read, even the things I had read many times before became richer as I began to understand it in context of the whole.
The small interrupted moments were enough over time. In that season I refused to give up if I missed a day or even a week, I didn’t try to catch up, I just picked up where I should be, no guilt, no sense of shame and kept going, my kids did get the hang of it and sometimes they would even sit beside me with their bible copying.
I decided that I was not in some kind of divine trouble, God wouldn’t be upset with me if I missed a day, he loved me and this I was beginning to learn in new and deeper ways. Such a change in my perspective from thinking I was disappointing God, to simply wanting to draw near, and know that he was for me, changed everything.
My latest small season has had a different rhythm of rush, that has at times crushed this space. Reading has happened on the bus, listening to podcasts driving and falling asleep reading in bed, as well as on the quiet of my lounge. What I realize again is that this busy can’t cancel stillness, it mustn’t and if it does some rushing has to go. So I have culled some things from the busy, to ensure that my still space to listen and learn remains and grows.
What season are you in?
Rachel Kathrine xo
I cannot wait to share more of my finding Home Series with you, this is Day Ten of a 31 Day Series on Finding Home, you can find the links to the other posts here.