The Elbow Room.
It won’t be cavernous, but it also won’t be cluttered.
A minimalist’s dream getaway. All I need in it are time and silence…oh, and something to record what gets birthed when those two get together.
The Elbow Room is where my feelings are not crowded by the pressing demands of people. I get to embrace my emotions, face my limitations and unpack my struggles. Here I can really feel what I really feel…and from that reality create more integrated and informed responses to all my currently misguided muddlings.
The Elbow Room is where my heart is not cramped by the painful issues of living. I get relief from discomfort of strained relationships, the pain of disappointing circumstances and the agony of personal failure. In this place I am able to find purpose and meaning in the tougher moments and darker seasons of living.
The Elbow Room is where my mind is not congested by the pinching confines of opinion. I can pull back from the overexposure to what others think and pull away from the overdose of cultural dictates. In this room, I can know what I think until I think what I know.
- I can hide in this room–the pressures of life become less dominating despots over my calmed emotions.
- I can hear in this room–the promises of reality become more clearly discernible to my hushed heart.
- I can hope in this room–the promptings of truth become the guiding compass for my quieted mind.
The great psalmist, David, called it a “spacious place”–the place God brings us to when we are willing to be lead away from the ruts and routines of the rushed life.
Green pastures. Sill waters.
This room is quite simply the place for restoring my soul.
I don’t think it’s too much to ask. It won’t ruin the elevation or detract from the beauty of the other chambers in my house.
It will simply make me a better occupant for all the other rooms that make this house a home.
All I really need is a little Elbow Room.