“You have set my feet in a wide place………”
When we moved from our large home into a townhouse last fall, we were determined to bring along all the stuff we could stuff into the tiny rooms, especially the living room. If we couldn’t have ‘spacious’ then we’d darn well have cozy; it’s amazing how much you can get in a 13 x 13 room when you plot it out on graph paper. Besides the sofa, chaise and rockers, we managed to squeeze in a huge antique step back cupboard, two bookcases, a big vintage cabinet to hold the TV, plus a wine rack and ottoman.
I went to great lengths to make everything look warm and cozy.
But cozy quickly turns into cluttered and cluttered brought out my clumsiness. The comfy ottoman and oversized basket of books looked great but became my downfall as I tripped over them not once but twice and landed hard.
I don’t know which hurt more: my knee or my frustration at not being able to move about freely.
The second time it happened the impact shook not just the house but shook loose whatever latch had been holding back all my emotions since the move. That thing sprung open and I thought I’d never stop crying.
I’d thought if I could just make this place a miniature version of our house I’d be ok. Instead it made me miss it more. My logic quite literally tripped me up.
The solution was simple: get rid of the obstacles – put the books on a shelf, shove the ottoman against the wall (I can pull it out when I want to put my feet up) and make sure the computer cord is tucked safely away from unsuspecting ankle.
Problem solved. Turns out I wasn’t really all that clumsy – my house was just cluttered.
Sometimes we get ourselves into tight places and sometimes God has us in circumstances that seem confining and close and every time we turn around we’re running into a wall or tripping over our own feet. We can pound on those barred windows till our fists bleed, ‘shake fists at the sky’ and fail to see that the door is open.
Even in our dungeons of despair and despondency, there IS ‘a spacious place, a large room’ to set our feet.
- The tight space expands when we choose thankfulness instead of self-pity.
- We whittle out a few more feet to move about when we choose to worship instead of whine.
- We gain more ground when we remove the obstacles that fight for our attention and distract us from what is really important.
- We give Him thanks and he removes the obstacles; the things that try us and trip us up, he clears them out.
Unemcumbered…. not burdened, vexed, inconvenienced. Not hindered or thwarted or barricaded.
He gives us room to breathe (ahhh); He gives us a safe place where we can move freely.
The Good News version of the Bible says, “You have given me freedom to go where I wish.”
What He really does is give us the freedom to wish for what He wishes.
“I wish to be home, God.”
He whispers, “You are home, child.”
Yes, He sets our big, clumsy, wayward feet in a large space and we are amazed to discover it was there right under us the whole time.
Psalm 31:6-8 “But I trust in the Lord. I will rejoice and be glad in thy lovingkindness because Thou hast seen my afflictions; Thou hast known the troubles of my soul. And Thou hast not given me over to the hand of the enemy; Thou hast set my feet in a large place.”