Santuary

Soon after we arrived, I began referring to this place of wonder as "sanctuary."

 

 

Our friends were gifted a home numerous years ago.  They steward their "Gift House", renting it to family and close friends.  It's housed on 26 acres of land, primarily forest, and in this season of autumn, it's a magical wonderland.

By definition, sanctuary means a place of refuge or safety, a nature reserve, a holy place, to name a few.  Whether within the walls or out of doors, I was in "sanctuary."  I had needed this refuge, the stillness, the respite.  I was unplugged from the world and drinking in the bliss of ignorance.  I believe this is okay at times, and for me it's necessary and life-giving.  I was Covid-weary and feeling worn down by a steady stream of "life.  Sometimes when I go away, the fatigue in my spirit lingers.  Not so this time.  By our first evening, the cloak had lifted, and I began to embrace the freedom.  

I had given myself permission for the easing of routines in ways I rarely allow.  I did not open my Bible the entire time we were there.  Did I just say that out loud??!!!  My prayer list too, was set aside and I instead prayed over what was brought to mind. Every so often my disciplines seem to need a reset and this particular week called me to this.   

I sat with God in a welcoming, sturdy rocking chair, walked with Him through the falling leaves and was in awe of the myriad of ways He spoke to me.  I gained a new and much need perspective and was reminded that my life story does not stand on its own, but is tied to His story.  Both are redemptive.  I became aware of ways in which loss and gain are tied together.  I was surprised and grateful for the hidden places He exposed in me--it meant He desired to heal yet another walled off edge.  I experienced the beautiful reworking of what wholeness can look like.  Though so much is out of my control, God revealed in fresh ways, the choices within my realm of control and this was strengthening.

We are home now, a week already.  It's been up and down as I have adjusted to the routines of life and also take part in the stories unfolding in the present.  I have always bemoaned how quickly the everyday overtakes a stretch of quiet filling.  This time, I think I was more accepting and realistic upon re-entry.  There are places in my home which are "sanctuary" and I am being careful to spend time there.  Ultimately, God is my sanctuary, a place of refuge, safety and wonder--wherever I am.