I remember days locking myself in my bedroom, blasting my music and singing my heart out. I remember some days I had my notepad out and my hand wrote as if my life depended on it.
That environment for me as a teenager was an amazing place. I let go of pain through my pen. Things I didn’t say to anyone else I wrote it in my note pad. I released thoughts that literally freed me.
I was reminded of this place recently because it is an environment that the adult me did not venture off to as often as I should have. Life gets busy and vulnerability is limited. I had to find my way back to this place.
I allowed myself to go to this place as a teenager and it was my choice. This was my place of get away. I let out my thoughts with every note sang and thought written.
Most kids had the opportunity to find a place of quietness, solitude or freedom. Some kids build a fort in their bed room, others pulled out a coloring book, sewed something, drew something, painted something, went to the basketball court to shoot some hoops, etc. As a kid this time was meaningful.
Unfortunately, as adults we tend to get too busy for this place. It gets so noisy and we can’t find a place of quietness and freedom. It can be a fight to simply free and express yourself.
As a Christian I discovered this place is Gods presence. At times I had to fight to get to this place. I had to quiet myself, turn the music up loud or sometimes pull out my pen and pad. Then there God was in the midst.
Little did I know that my place of freedom as a teen would teach me so much. I knew how to get to this place as a child. This stuck with me and pushed me even though I didn’t understand it all.
Reminisce and think of the younger you and ask yourself what was your place?
Younger you…
Lisa Sophia 