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 #6
“For some people (like me), getting thoughts on paper helps a person to sort through them. Reading over what I have written helps me to see where I’ve used faulty reasoning or harsh judgement. The act of writing helps dissipate the violence of my emotions. If I stew on paper, I don’t need to ruminate for hours or days over a problem. I excise it, examine it, and move on.”
My feet followed the dirt-paved trail along the edges of the trees.
The smoke, filling my nostrils made me want to breathe.
Nature is to my soul what butter is to a roll.
And head down arms up
or arms down head up
I trek back up the hill.
Yesterday I wrote about past trying
But God is in my current
and He flows through me
like a current.
It ain’t everyday the words fall true.
Some days I talk to myself too much
and it gets buried like
the jewel falling from your pocket,
forever lost on the hike.
You start to understand you weren’t meant to talk alone.
You picture God in the garden walking without a phone.
Inviting you to trail blaze
right along His side.
He is writing you a brand new story
and you can’t keep it inside.
Every ounce of fibers within you
want to break free and sing.
So you start to open your lips and let out,
a hopeful and merry thing.
The anxiousness still comes and goes
but you grow a little wiser as the day grows old,
and you can’t help but ponder on the power of your Father,
who promises to never
let your shaky hand go.
Showing and telling,
but whether that’s today or another
you very may well
find peace in shaking hands
and settled hearts are just a start
as your doubt slims down
and your faith find flight.
You’ll persevere another day,
up go covers another night.
***Join me each October day for the #write31days event (learn more here) for a gentle fleshing out of the thoughts, as I seek to share journal-style + by poetry, past experiences with anxiety and learning how to live and thrive after discovering about ptsd.
Let’s lean into Truth together.
Let’s trust God moment by moment.