An unfamiliar silent stillness fills the room. At first, my brain tries to fight through it -- restless habits breaking through an enveloping rest -- but eventually, I stop the fight. I succumb to it.
Somehow, this place seems sacred. There is nothing to distract me. A baby sleeps peacefully in a folded-out co-sleeper next to me. There is no internet. There are no chores to be done. My cell phone has died because it spent so much battery looking for non-existant service. The lack of distractions is new -- refreshing -- and it draws me into His presence. Yes, this is a sacred spot.
I practice a listening prayer. I do not speak. I do not ask. I do not let myself fall away into a slumber. I find myself in silent reverie until I am driven into the Word. There, I seek to understand. I ask questions. I search for connections. I search for God.
Coming home from our trip, I am reluctant to return to the white glow of a familiar distraction. I fear turning on the power button, because I don't want to be fully consumed by an online world. I want to remain distant -- to be far from the tempting easiness of reading a blog post instead of a parable.
And it's an awakening moment, really -- to realize that part of what keeps me away is the computer I keep just inches from my Bible. I've come face-to-face with the startling reality that even though writing brings me closer to my Father, the means by which I write can also keep me away from Him. I need to learn to temper my usage -- to put the computer away to chase after stillness -- to designate different spaces for different things.
What keeps you away from being with the Lord each day, and how have you been able to battle it?