A spacious place
Psalm 66: 12 (NRSVA)
12 you let people ride over our heads;
we went through fire and through water;
yet you have brought us out to a spacious place.
One of the things I love about my current home is its light and space. Four years ago I downsized out of a flat containing 17 years of family life into a shared flat where everything I owned (apart from eleven boxes of books) fit into one room. A year and a half later I had seven rooms to fill so have had to ‘upsize’. Along the way I have discovered my inner minimalist — or at least, I have discovered that when you have a busy life and a busy brain, a spacious place is calming.
Lord of eternity,
I wonder if the way we divide things makes sense to you?
We are always defining things by what they are not.
Fire is not water.
Sea is not land.
Up is not down.
In is not out.
I am not you.
Stranger is not friend.
But you are beyond all our divisions,
our boxes and lines and borders.
You are more spacious than we can possibly imagine
More generous than we can possibly grasp.
You wait for us at the end of all our definitions
You wait with us in the midst of all our divisions
You are without limit, without borders
You cannot be contained, yet you contain all that we are. And more.
So much more.
Bring us into your spacious place.