The end of the month is close at hand. Except this year we get an extra day.
It sounds good in theory, like being handed 24 more hours to enjoy. But I expect most of us already have plans laid out for February 29, and it will be just another day in our lives.
But what if . . . what if you were given 24 more hours to spend wildly in some unplanned way, uncommitted, unstructured to the minute? Not the way we usually do life.
What would you do with that time? What would I?
Perhaps get one of those 2016 projects completed, or at least started. Maybe organize the pantry or the garage or the walk-in closet. Maybe veg out on a movie marathon day, i.e. Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, or any number of serial flicks. Maybe shop ’til you drop or prepare your taxes.
Would we work or play?
What if . . . we spent a day in retreat? What if . . . we spent a day in silence? What if . . . we looked deep inside ourselves and reflected our heart against the backdrop of Scripture?
I tried a day of retreat years ago. Such a day is hard to come by because there are people around who need me. Or so I think.
Maybe I could take half a day or a quarter of a day, or even a few hours spent intentionally in God’s Word, in prayer and meditation, journaling my swirling thoughts and somehow make some sense of what troubles me.
Because you see, there are things that trouble me. I don’t share them freely. They are in the deepest parts of my soul, the secret place of my heart.
“He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, ‘He is my refuge and my fortress; My God, in Him I will trust.’ “
My secret thoughts and worries are safest when brought to the secret place of the Most High God. It is an ascended place of rest, above the noises and voices of the world, out of reach of what troubles me.
In the secret place of God I find refuge and peace. My deepest secrets are safe with Him. And He knows what I need before I even ask.
Perhaps it is impossible at this late date to schedule the last day of February or even hours of uninterrupted quiet time, away from the fray of this world.
But I could get up an hour earlier on the 29th. I could steal away during the lunch break. I could take a leisurely walk down my lane. I could find the time if I really want to.
And I want to. How about you?