About a year ago, I wrote a blogpost about my son Joel’s old room. He had just moved out and I wrote about “empty rooms”, and the de-cluttering of the old that always needs to take place before the new can come.
At the time, I wondered what this new space would become. But the room in my poetic imagination didn’t become reality. It became more and more of a dumping ground – storage room, ironing room and if I could squeeze it in, a space to do a bit of yoga in the mornings.
This winter however, we decided to get it painted and Lyle and I began calling it the Meditation Room. Friends Cal and Sean painted it, removing an old wallpaper border with boats and cars on it, last vestige of a time gone by. The meditation room idea began to grow roots, and so it was that this week, with my spring break, I decided to weed out the mess. The last of Joel’s things went into the closet and I dragged our still new Ikea chair in (reclaiming it from the cat who thinks we bought it for her alone).
Somehow, something God-sent happened in that process. I was given a gift as it became what it was intended for. After cleaning it out, I spent much of the week pretty much sitting in it, soaking up the sunshine as though it was a drug. One day, I’d had a night of insomnia again and was tired, yet somehow my brain and spirit got recharged in that space. I didn’t even take the nap I thought I needed. I was completely mystified!
Our Jewish friends Arthur and Debbie remind us all the time of a lovely Hebrew phrase – “bashert”, which means “meant to be”. They believe their marriage was “bashert”, and Arthur keeps having what he calls “bashert moments”, where the universe or God or whatever you want to call it brings a coincidence that seems timed just right.
I realized that this lovely meditation room has felt just like that – bashert. As I was cleaning up, it didn’t dawn on me yet how much I needed this kind of space. It was just on my to-do list for the holiday. Yet, as I planted myself there, it was like God gave it to me and reminded me how outward focused I’ve been. I’ve been tired and burned out lately. God saw that and didn’t forget about me.
My journey in the Meditation Room is not over. I still have much to learn as I listen to God’s guidance within. As I pray and read and write there, I know God will continue to be with me, sending gifts of provision as steadily as the sunshine streaming in my window. It’s meant to be.
“Are you tired? Worn out? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.” Matthew 11:28-30 (Message translation)