Cool Bright Silence

This morning is sunny and cool. You'd describe it as crisp and you'd be right. I am off work on this Friday with the Mr. and Daboyz both gone for the day. In my flannel pajamas and white tube socks I've finished my second cup of coffee and turned off the television. I have started the laundry and so the house is scented with laundry soap and coffee. The sun is bright and cold through the windows. It is silent.
As I walk through the east facing living room I feel the Holy Spirit here. He lives here. This cool bright silence has been in this house for better than thirty years. This is a tabernacle, a place of worship set down in the middle of life. Not a church built to house service. Instead it is a place that was ordinary and is now sacred. This house has not required television in the background because a King James Bible has been the axis on which it turned.
How remarkable this cool bright silence is. So familiar to me and so right. I am only slightly saddened at realizing that this is as it should be and yet has caught my attention for its specialness.
I don't know if you believe in God's presence being greater here than there. I do. I have been in homes that felt deeply sad. And I have been here where the cool bright silence is as though standing in a sunbeam from the throne. I think it is so because it has not been tolerated but hungered after. A daily longing to feel Jehovah that has become a part of the plaster and lumber of this house. I think this place itself longs for Christ because its inhabitants have been made of nothing more than desire for God.
I know their imperfections well. I know how great their failures and how ugly their battles. Yet God dwelled here drawn by hunger.
And I, stepping into the cool bright silence am suddenly aware, I am hungry too.

Isaiah 6:1-3 In the year that king Uzziah died I saw also the LORD sitting upon a throne, high and lifted up, and his train filled the temple. Above it stood the seraphims: each one had six wings; with twain he covered his face, and with twain he covered his feet, and with twain he did fly. And one cried unto another, and said, Holy, holy, holy, is the LORD of hosts: the whole earth is full of his glory.