My Place


I’m not referring to my home, my position, my pad, nor my order. I’m referring to my space in time, in Him.  It “is” mine. My space is my place. God didn’t forget me. He gave a place in this space, this moment, just for me. Where I am placed, I am.

In my spirit is my place. My place is where I “be” myself. You cannot enter. You cannot see. You cannot participate. It’s my place to “be;” in my mind, in my heart, in my soul, in my spirit… my place where I’m so free!

My place is where I’m girdled, unafraid; where I truly reside on the inside; where God and I commune, fellowship, talk things over, in secret. My place is a place of comfort, beauty, and rest, though at times I may experience heart-ship and distress. But nevertheless, it’s my place, on the inside of me, where no one knows and no one can see.

My place is my secret thoughts, which can never be perceived unless I open my door, and invite you in. I go to work… in my place. I go to church… in my place. I go home… in my place. I eat (sometimes alone)… in my place. I lie down on my bed… in my place. I rise… in my place! Wherever I “be,” no visitors, no strangers, no guests. My place is just enough space for me; made only for me.

Wherever I am. Wherever I be. There will always be a place just for me, in God.

“In Him we live and move and have our being”; {a} Acts 17:28 ESV

In God, I will keep on thanking Him for a place to be in Him.  By Hertistine Washington/

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