I am overwhelmed. The clock says 10:00 am but the day’s frustrations and disappointments are already piled as high as the clean laundry on the sofa. I want to run away.
So I d0.
The Blue Chair
The corner of the bedroom is a sanctuary of sorts for me. Our room is small and the tufted, blue velvet, thrift store chair is probably too much for the space. Then again, how necessarily big (or small) is a place of refuge or safety?
My mind overflows with emotion. The silence gathers it in.
I consider the good listeners I could run to—text, call, visit.
The Spirit beckons me to that Old Love Letter laying there.
2 Samuel 7-8 is my assigned reading for the day. Tired eyes read familiar words. I go through the motions until verse 18. “Then King David went in and sat before the Lord and prayed”.
I Am Overwhelmed.
Grace is piled high and deep. Open arms welcome the weary one. I sit quietly before the Lord.
Sanctuary: n. a place of refuge or safety
God is our refuge and strength, A very present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth should change And though the mountains slip into the heart of the sea; Though its waters roar and foam, Though the mountains quake at its swelling pride. Psalms 46:1-3
Dear Overwhelmed Friend:
Whatever you’re going through today, I pray that you will go to Him—run if you must—find your “blue chair” and sit quietly in His presence.
He is your sanctuary and He is waiting for you.