When I was a little girl, I had a little corner in my room, between my bed and the wall, where I would go when I was upset. There, I couldn't be seen unless someone took the time to come all the way into my room.
We moved when I was twelve and I'm pretty sure I had abandoned the corner by that time, but lately I find myself longing for it. I just want a little space that's all my own, where I can go, curl up with my blanket and hide.
Life just keeps coming from every direction. Nothing horrible, but when you add it all up, it can be a lot. I know that it's not outside of the hand of God, that He's here with me and that He is using the things in my life to make me more like Him. But, knowing all of that doesn't mean that I still don't want a little corner to retreat to from time to time.
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