Pen to Paper:

Recently, I prayed over a space in my room. One with a small seat and paper cranes hanging overhead. I asked God to dedicate that space for me and Him. So that when I would go to that corner, a small space in my whirring world, I would look and listen just for Him and hopefully he would be there looking and listening for me. That was a short time ago. Since then I've attempted to meet Him in that corner every day. Unsuccessfully. But, I get excited to know I have that space that will be uninterrupted. I did this because I lack discipline. Sometimes in my words and in my actions, but mostly in my time with God. I say, so often, that I need to spend time with him daily but I haven't given him my time. In that conviction I said a quiet prayer asking him to bless that space. Thus far, he has. 

I've realized that when I sin, I run. Like Adam and Eve hiding in the garden I try to hide. Hopefully, now, instead of running and ignoring the nagging feeling in my gut, or the glaring conviction from the spirit I will run to my space. To that small corner and find peace and forgiveness. 

In the times I've met him there I've randomly opened the word. First to Isaiah 54 and 55:

He told me,
I am your peace.
You will forget the shame of your youth
You will be challenged and stretched
"For the Maker is your husband, the Lord of Hosts is his name; the Holy One of Israel is your redeemer, the God of the whole earth He is called"
"Come everyone who thirsts, come to the waters, and he who has no money, come, buy and eat!"
"Incline your ear, and come to me; hear, that your soul may live and I will make an everlasting covenant with you." 

Then I read from Jeremiah, where he made me familiar with his wrath:
"I broke your yoke and burst your bonds, but you said 'I will not serve'"
"Under every green tree you bowed down like a whore. Yet, I planted you a choice vine, wholly of pure seed"
"Though you wash yourself with lye and much soap the stain of your guilt is still before me." 

Then Christ came. I realized I cannot hide from God's anger, but I can and am saved by Christ's unending grace with which he fully satisfied the wrath of the Father. More than anything, lately, I need peace. Which I can find in that small corner of my blue bedroom. 

I am forever grateful.