There’s a room in our house which has to be my favourite, we call it our snug. It used to be a dining room, then a TV room, and now it just has two chairs and a bookcase in it. It almost feels like this room has no purpose and yet I love to be in it. It’s one of the warmest and quietest rooms and it’s the place I go when I want to sit and read, or pray, or worship Jesus. I love this room, just me & Him in that quiet place, with the doors closed and no interruptions. But I got to thinking recently, am I doing an injustice to my children by doing this? How do they see, how do they know, really know what it’s like if I don’t show them?
A few years ago I went through something really tough. Every time I prayed asking God for wisdom on how to walk through this difficult season He would remind me of His promises. Promises of things changing and me seeing victory in my situation and yet when I asked Him how to walk through to this victory one word would come back to me time after time – worship.