Sometimes you just need to get away, immediately…….I had one such moment this morning. I call it a time-out in the stall. It happens every now and then at work. I’ll be cruising along multitasking and answering phones and I feel pressure under the surface, but nothing insurmountable. Then one seemingly small insignificant thing happens and I become overwhelmed by an avalanche of emotion. It’s as if emotions I had been stuffing down for the past week or two, rise to the surface and I realize that I simply cannot answer one more phone call or take one more request at that moment. The small thing that happens usually doesn’t have anything at all to do with what I’m feeling, but it’s enough to make me realize that something is wrong and I need to……STOP immediately……and PRAY.
You Moms (or Dads) raising young kids or teenagers can probably relate to this at home all day. You dream of escape, for just one moment of silence, peace. Of experiencing the unbelievable luxury of being able to lock yourself in without someone banging on the door.
Long ago when I used to go to my Aunt and Uncle’s to stay, my cousins would invariably play one of their favorite tricks on my Aunt. One of them was rigging up her cigarettes with explosives. Awful kids that we were, we would wait until she took her morning break in the bathroom, and then wait by the closed door until we heard the hiss of the match on those Lucky Strikes she always smoked….then, BAM! We would laugh uproariously and wait for the the expletive that usually came after. She never did kill us for that, though she always threatened to. She was truly a saint…..She had five kids, lived with an alcoholic husband for many years, and was always upbeat and good for a laugh, even if it was at her expense. She needed alone time in the bathroom more than anyone.
Sometimes we all do……
This morning, He met me in the stall once again. I ran in, closed my eyes, took a deep breath and prayed. I felt better…….I’m glad there is no place where He is unwilling to answer when I call.
Before they call I will answer; while they are still speaking I will hear. Isaiah 65:24
What do you do to give yourself a timeout during the day, anyone?
4 thoughts on “Meeting God in the Stall”
I like to hide in the bathroom, too. Not all of the time, but to pray. Then, I add something to the prayer, “Lord, please don't be offended that I am praying to you in the bathroom stall of all places.”
Nikole, I don't think He ever minds as long as we are talking to Him with reverence in our hearts! Thank you for the comments! Lori
Lori, I love your post. I think that it's wonderful that you know where (who) to go to when you are about to blow. I wish that everyone would read this and know that when they are at their wits end, we turn to our Abba, our Daddy. Thanks.
Thank you Andie….Yes, it is truly wonderful to know that we have a place to go and Someone to go to, He understands us, He remembers that “we are but dust.” He is at home in a stable, as the Halls of Heaven….