A 31 day journal for the easily overstimulated humans.
(Because we exist, and we desire to live well. Not just hide well.)
The Dwelling Place has always existed, though I have not always visited.
- It is the place we go when we can’t just go.
- It is the place where we meet with Holy Spirit.
- It is the place where we are stilled.
- It is the place which gives us a moment’s peace.
- It is the place we live from.
Less escaping. More embracing.
Never closed for the season. Never overbooked.
Never not prepared for our arrival.
Always welcomes with open arms.
This place is not a thing but a face.
our Dwelling Place.
The Dwelling Place | 31 Days of Real Life Getaways | Day #4
The teacher called my name. My heart felt on fire again.
I clutched the edge of my desk and tried to breath but the air felt gone.
She opened her door and my mind pictured car paint and dings.
I ran over to her side and let frustrations tumble out of my mouth.
Frozen in the pew, I dare not move my head.
Just sit here and get through this. You can go home soon.
Staring at the phone, I wished I could reach out to someone but who?
Who could help and not judge? But everyone’s busy probably.
I’ll wait, again.
The argument seemed to have won.
He walked out the door.
And I fought for peace,
but fighting for peace is many times like trying take the quick route home
when the only possible way is anything but.
“Why aren’t you all coming to the fireworks show?”
They will continue to ask. It’s okay. They don’t understand and it’s
not their fault. It is no one’s fault.
“We can’t do big noises, sorry.”
We pulled up to home.
A war zone.
Hearts beating fast,
I had to get him and the dog in.
His eyes got big.
Garage door opened, he ducked and ran in.
The dog did not follow,
she wedged herself under my seat.
Flinging her over my back
we made it in and slammed
the door shut.
It was a long night.
Anxieties you try to deal with me.
But I have a God who cares.
Where you whisper
overwhelming things in my ear,
He assures me and cuts ropes of shame
off our wrists.
You try to lead me (us)
where you want but we will not go.
We lean into Truth
Who is Hope.
So we keep going because
this moment will not always be.
A new moment will arrive.
You will show us,
we will see.
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Let’s lean into Truth together.
Let’s trust God moment by moment.