It's quiet in my house. I'm sitting in my favorite writing chair in the living room, curled up, ready to knock out my 20 minutes of night journaling to close out the day. My pen is to paper, the blue felt nub a bit thicker than I would like. It's fitting for the day. Still functional, but just not quite to my liking.
The words scratch upon the lined pages of my notebook, and tonight,, I'm not at a loss for words. A particular verse comes immediately to mind. Matthew 11:30. "For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."
Except that today the yoke felt a little more difficult. And the burden a bit heavier than the norm.
As my brain is jumping from one scenario to the next in a scattered interplay of memory and too-tired emotion, my eyes lift from my page and are drawn towards my kitchen. I continue:
But I can say that the yoke was easier than it would have been at this time last year. And I know that's because I am truly seeking and yearning for God. I can feel him now, with me as I write. He lingers by the kitchen to talk to when I'm here alone. It's like he's calling for me to meet him there.
And so, here I am. Sitting in the space where God lingers. There is no purpose. I am just here.
I put down my scratchy pen, and now I simply am. Waiting for the words that the Lord wants me to speak.
And in this moment, that's enough. I am not hurried to find the words. To complete a task. To write until the time runs out or the pages fill. And I know that I have come home, not just to my kitchen table, but to the place where God likes to linger.
Linger a Little Longer: