Here In the Quiet Place
I spent the majority of the day in my room. I attempted to play guitar a little (you’d think that after almost five years of playing I’d be any good…nope!) and I did my laundry. I also made my bed, which I am sitting on right now. Pretty productive for spending most of the day in my room, eh? Hmmm..maybe.
So, I took care of my laundry, made my room and bed look nice. Big deal. It is a big deal; I’m usually not this responsible. I have to be in the mood to tidy up after myself if I end up doing it. I have been known to sleep with clothes sprawled all over my bed and the floor for weeks on end. I forget to shut my fan off every once in a while, and I am an accidental plastic bottle hoarder.
I spent the entire day (and many more of these kinds of days) doing things which, in the grand scheme of things, do not matter. During opportunities when I can be with my heavenly father, I am so drawn to the desires of my flesh. The momentary joy of having clean clothes or a made bed does not measure up to the satisfaction being in the word of he who calls me His Beloved. C.S. Lewis couldn’t have said it better:
It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.
Time and time again, I am what C.S. Lewis would call “far too easily pleased”.