What’s in your hidden room? Are you willing to share?
My first thoughts bring me to the writing of C.S. Lewis and the wardrobe leading to Narnia. If children can escape a war raging around them and fight off a witch and share in bringing spring to frozen tundra, you have my attention Mr. Lewis. A hymn like “He Hideth My Soul” by a blinded Fannie Crosby take me to a place of a covering by a hand. Hands seem to be the sanitary icon for a fight against a virus while this hymn reflects a pure, still hiding place in bigger hands. Thirdly, my homeward thoughts bring me to my cave. A revisit where I am hidden for this season of “Stay Home.” This cave of mine didn’t come welcomed the first time around nor does it today although I know what the recourse is. It came in separation, loneliness and a realization to take notice of what was in the cave with me.
Bring light into your hidden space.
All my children are thoughtful but my son has a way of being ‘simply’ thoughtful. This past Christmas he carefully chose gifts for our family. I watched each person open their gift and he found a connection with each of us in a small way. When it came to opening my gift, I was a little nervous unwrapping to find two small votive candle holders and a book on finding “Hygge.” Now, Hygge pronounced Hoo-gah is the term used by the Danish for simple happy living, a way Scandanvians live in their darkest months. It provides examples of how to live in the light, finding community with a few people and living your best through creating home. I knew my son had clued in on his mom. Tears came to my eyes and I knew I had been handed yet another tool of making the best of times. Some things overlap with Hygge and can brought into our “Stay Home” period. Light is especially welcomed. Creating light in spaces with candles provide warm energy. I invite them when I read, write or have periods of quiet. Light is such a part of dining too. It can create atmosphere, illuminating faces. Placed in windows candles can show the world you are ok and safe.
Notice changes in your surroundings and adapt to the newness.
It took several snow storms in a change of environment over a period of months for me to appreciate my cave days. My circumstances brought me inside to reexamine who was with me. God was with me. Right there in the cave. Never left. Always waiting for me. Keeping me fed and loved. Like the kids in Narnia I found newness in my surroundings. Today, I woke up to a light ground covering of snow thanking God for its sheer beauty, its white color and its covering. I remember now to look further. Underneath the snow were green stems of daffodils. I seem to always look now for the springs, springs of life, color and beauty. It takes a little examining yet seasons change and we do too. Look at the clouds, observe the sky. Nature gives us glimpses and in every cloud there is a silver lining and we have to seek and find it. Yesterday has passed. Tomorrow isn’t promised. While these seem cliche they are also very true. Take breath of what is. We have a world raging with a virus. We have been given time in our homes. Be careful to choose wisely. Take heed of the small things, the simple. They are right here with us, covered by big hands.
Jesus spoke to the people once more and said, “I am the light of the world. If you follow me, you won’t have to walk in darkness, because you will have the light that leads to life.” John 8:12 NLT
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