Last week I started a new job; the first full-time job away from home I’ve had in 16 years. Though I’ve been writing and mothering for years now, my new position as a full-time reporter at our state’s largest daily newspaper has meant some obvious change for our family of seven, including a lot of mental and physical adjustments.
My mind is engaged and moving in a positive direction, but my brain is saying, “Information overload!” and “Can’t I just sleep an extra 15 minutes? What are you trying to do to me?” Similarly, my body is enjoying the new challenge of dressing in work clothes each business day, but it’s also feeling a tad weary from the transition.
Yesterday, after a planning meeting, I had about a half-hour to spare. I’d already eaten lunch so didn’t have a need for food consumption, but I did have a great need for decompression.
I couldn’t believe how few steps it took to find my way into a small corner of heaven. This is the view from the inside of the office complex where the chapel exists, looking toward my new work place.
I know the chapel was not set up specifically to meet my needs. The Bishop didn’t have that in mind when he set about renting the space for people to pray. But it feels personal to me at this juncture — a gift from God. I feel deeply blessed and wholly gratified that this will become part of my new routine. I look forward to spending time here each week in search of “white spaces,” as my friend Mary calls them; moments of rest in the midst of a busy life.
Thank you, Lord, for all of your blessings, including this unexpected treasure!
Q4U: Do you have a midday oasis? Do tell!