The Patter of Water

The sound of a trickling fountain has always soothed me. Outside. Inside. At the mall. It really doesn't matter where. But how about in my sitting room? This is the result of a husband who takes joy in his imaginative wife's whims. I am now calling this room my sactuary. Of course, I use the term loosely. I mean that it is a room to retreat to and put all thoughts and worries aside in order to rest in the love of Christ. I need rest right now...I need Christ's love. I need retreat from the throughts and stresses and anxieties that can beat me to pieces.

A sanctuary doesn't change anything, though. Whether I'm sitting in my darling little water-trickling room or in a surgeon's clinic....only Jesus gives rest. In my laziness, I wish that He would force it on me...so I wouldn't have to wrestle against my human-nature. I confess: my human nature wallows. And my naughty imagination tells me I'd be okay if I could just ramble in a breathtaking, sun-filled, bird-singing, countryside...secluded from all city-life. (Who doesn't want that?)

I am only "under the influence" of my own choices. And I must choose now-as I sit in my sanctuary-to place my soul in the peace of God. I must believe...and believe that God will help my unbelief. That is my part. And His part is everything my soul needs.