Where do you go to hide? Or to think? Or to pray? or all three?
There is a brick house attached to the building where my office is. It has long since ceased being a domicile. It has been used for office space for various staff members and for an organization which works with high school students. Now the second story is mostly empty, with mismatched desks and chairs and a closet of old filmstrips.
This afternoon I headed over to one of these offices for a couple hours. I turned off my phone, had a cup of tea, read, prayed, and started writing on a large blank sheet of paper. (And yes, I used a couple of the crayons from the box on the desk.)
I realize that this space is a luxury. In spite of the holes in the walls and the dust and the funny looking chairs and the orange carpet, it is quiet and away from distractions even though it is only 50 feet as the wifi flies from my office.
Where is your space away? How comfortable are you being away, disconnected for a couple hours? How many crayons do you have to use when thinking on a blank page? If money weren’t the issue, what three work things would you devote yourself to? How relieved are you that there isn’t better color in this picture?
What are you thinking?