If you ever come over to my house for dinner and I ask you to grab something for me from the basement, please know that’s just code for “the closet under the stairs.”
We don’t have a basement, so we call the wicked small space under the stairs our basement. And we call our living room the “office” because that’s where the computer is. And we call our dining room the “playroom” because that’s where the princess dresses are hanging up should you so desire to get your Snow White on.
Our house is a mish mash of rooms pulling double if not triple duty, but I realized recently there’s one thing we don’t have – a prayer closet.
A prayer closet is a small space you go in to pray and focus on the Lord without distractions. I assume that spiritual titans like Billy Graham have prayer closets that have vacuum sealed doors and upon entering them they are completely separated from everything else in the world except God.
I don’t currently have that. In fact, the best way to make sure my daughters play some sort of techno drum & bass solo on a door is to close it while trying to use the bathroom. They have “Whoa, someone is alone” radar and will tap tap tap tap tap tap the night away if you try to get some alone time. That’s why if you want to eat a piece of candy you have to hide yourself in the pantry, and do it in secret. So unless I find a way to tunnel to the magma encrusted core of the earth and establish my prayer closet there, it’s probably not going to happen for me at home.
That leaves me 4 prayer closet alternatives:
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