For as long as I can remember my husband will occasionally remark “I’m going to my happy place.” I’ve never asked specifically where that is and I believe it has changed over the years. In our career days I think his happy place was somewhere he didn’t have to talk to people, solve problems, or respond to an emergency. Sometimes it was a mental place, like vegging in front of the TV and sometimes it was a physical place like a long run. Today when he says that I know it means he is headed to his “shop.” He is leaving the estrogen jungle he lives in and is going for some peace and quiet!
The other day I was right here in the middle of this kitchen mess. I was finishing one meal and getting ready to start cooking for another. I was home for the day. No appointments, no where I had to be. I looked around me and thought, “I am so happy here.” I started thinking about my happy place. I concluded that my soul is content and my heart sings in two places in particular. This messy kitchen is one.
I realize that I don’t get to the kitchen as often as I use to. I love cooking, baking, and creating food for my family and friends. But I also have found a space of peace and comfort when I am in this little workroom. This is where I read my Bible, study my lesson for Community Bible School, Sunday School, or our Tuesday night small group. (Which now we are reading and studying Pilgrim’s Progress!)
I call it my “work room” for lack of a better term. It was a guest bedroom until my Chief carpenter filled it with cabinets, hooks, organizational bins and a “work table” for me. It isn’t an office, it is more than that. It is a little sanctuary. When I close the door I shut out the world and move into the world my soul longs for. It is where I spend time talking, listening, and enjoying fellowship with God. It is my happy place.
Where is your happy place? Do you go there often?