There’s a chair in the corner of our living room. It’s where my grandfather sat, before he went to heaven, and spoke a blessing over our home. It’s also where I have my quiet time–my daily meeting with the Lord.
Some days I sit, while the sky colors with morning, and the house is quiet, and I wonder how many others have met Him here. Did a long-ago mother sit in the corner of this old house, lifting her family to the Father, too?
Today, as I settle into the comfort of my chair, I have a heavy heart. Fear has come again, worry for a child, and my best combat move, the only path to peace, is in the truth and power of the Word. And this morning, as I spend time with Him, I’m not disappointed. The passage He brings presses into my soul. Into my life.
The LORD is gracious and righteous; our God is full of compassion. The LORD protects the simple hearted; when I was in great need, he saved me. Be at rest once more, O my soul, for the LORD has been good to you. Psalm 116:5-7
This promise is my firm ground to stand on. It’s my rope to grasp with both hands. It’s grace that is sufficient, and His compassion settles me on the inside. It’s more than enough.
It fills me.
For a moment, I remember sitting in this same chair when my babes were young. This was my rocking chair. Our feeding place. The place I’d hold an infant son, warm bottle in hand, and fill him with all he needed in that pulse of time.
His cries would be satisfied with comfort and nourishment. His angry, balled fists would relax and tiny fingers would curl around mine. A face red with want would fade to peaceful pink.
And eventually, belly filled with sustenance, warm and wonderful, my sweet son would drift off to sleep. There would be a hint of a smile on his lips.
It’s the most content I’d ever seen anyone be.
And when I’m filled with the grace and goodness of His truth, I am this way, too.
Satisfied. To-the-brim. All nagging, empty spaces are filled with nourishing love.
Goodbye fear. You fade and fall under the weight of the Word.
I am satisfied in the deepest place.
The sky is brighter now. Watercolor pink no longer presses through the dark. The light promise of a new day fills the room, and I hear the rumbling of boys upstairs.
It’s time to move forward with my morning routine. But I’ll go about things differently because I’m changed.
Be at rest once more, O my soul, for the Lord has been good to you…
