The Sanctity of My Room

The Sanctity of My Room
Why I guard my sanctuary, and what it gives back
>”But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly.” (Matthew 6:6, KJV)

After a long day, when so many things are going on around me and inside me, there is only one place I run to: my room.
I drop my things, close the door, and the noise stays outside. I pray. I rest. I read my Bible or my books. I strum my guitar until my energy, strength, and vitality come back.

Caption: My room, my sanctuary. Where I pray, rest, and recharge.

Where it began
Growing up in the village, I believed my room was one of the most sacred places on earth. I saw my parents spend time with us there, praying, and my uncles too. I could feel the solitude it brought into my life.
When I went to school, I preferred the comfort of my room for my readings, homework, studies, and assignments. Even then, I treated it as a sanctuary.
The rules of my sanctuary
According to my weird theology, my room is my sanctuary, and I treat it with respect. That is why it has boundaries:
• Any conversation or thought that would disturb me stays outside the door.
• If a conversation inside is not going well, I step out.
• Secular music, unnecessary jokes, and inappropriate stories stay out too.
• So do images that remind me of something terrible.
I give this space to myself for prayer, meditation, deep work, and thinking.
What it gives me
That is why I guard this room so carefully. It is where I meet God and find myself again. The world will always be loud, but there is a place of quiet I can return to, and that peace is worth protecting.

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