My white wicker chair is where I sit with God. 

Part of the fiber of my life, I sat at Mechanic Falls, Jill Court, Brightview Drive, Torchwood, Brock Lane, and now Parkdale Avenue – over thirty years of sitting. The chair has been a silent witness to my praise and worship, my whining and sniveling, and my passion and joy. Hundreds of journal pages filled with raw emotion, deep soul searching, and persistent (sometimes petulant) prayer have been written in that chair. 

Of course, things are inanimate, not sacred in their essence, but when things are set aside for holy use, somehow they become sacred. Like the furniture in the temple, they become symbols of our God. This is my chair, the sacred space I have met God at the beginning of the day. God’s meeting place for me. It is a symbol of my resting in God. 

I’ve moved a lot in my life. Forty-three times of packing, moving, and unpacking. My chair has given me a space to meet my God in a new and strange home – a place of familiar belonging. 

We are physical beings and place is important. Do you have a place? A space that you meet God. A resting place of familiar belonging that welcomes you with open arms. A space where you sense, “Aww, now I’m here with God.”

Don’t underestimate the power of a place for your quiet time. A specific, day after day, private space to meet the Creator. “Let them make me a sanctuary that I may dwell among them” (Exodus 25:8), is about the tabernacle in the wilderness, but I believe it applies to us today. Make a sanctuary where you meet God. 

 If you have a sanctuary, celebrate it and let us know where and what it is. If you don’t, will you commit to creating one today?