The TV blaring , toddlers wailing, phone calls I almost can no longer keep up with, an endless list of chores waiting… Everything tugging at my heart all at once.
There is a place where with one click of the door, I shut it all out. I step into this space and place where I find rest. Though for a moment of time, here I can truly cling to that which is really mine.
My place of escape does not qualify as a fancy closet, no throw pillows around, no silks or satins in sight. It’s that part of the house where we spend very little time especially at dawn and at dusk. Yeah! You guessed right! My bathroom is that place; the place of my escape.
On days where my plate spills over with much more than I can handle, I find sitting on that hard empty bath tub more comforting than the fluffiest of couches.
I don’t know if it’s the fact that it’s an enclosed space, not sure if its the white walls that stretch around this little haven of mine but here I find the peace and quiet my weary soul yearns for. Here, the noise fades away and I hear that still small voice, still as always but louder than all the voices I shut out behind me.
In this little room that symbolises a place of washing and cleansing, I find washing and cleansing for my soul. God pours His word, so strong, so intensely into my heart and like the shower that washes away the dirt , grim and grease from a hard day, God’s word washes away fears, doubts, insecurities, worries and uncertainties that cling to my heart.
When my hands are soiled with the day’s toil, this closet of mine is where I go to lay me at the feet of Him whose presence and words wash beyond many waters ever could.
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“Truly my soul finds rest in God; my salvation comes from him. Truly he is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will never be shaken.”
(Winning write up for the writevip Writing Prompt Contest in January 2018. Task was to write about a place where we go to Escape.)