Spirit House

 I’ve been feeling so weary lately, overwhelmed by the constant barrage of sensory overload. The lights, the sounds, the endless stream of information—it's like I'm drowning in it all. Every day, it gets harder to find a moment of peace. I used to think I could handle it, that I could juggle everything without losing myself in the process. But now, I just feel... lost.

There are times when I catch myself staring into the void, my mind desperate for a reprieve. It’s in those moments, when the world seems too much to bear, that I remember what my grandmother used to say. She’d tell me, "When you’re weary of the sense consciousness, you need to turn your face towards our Father's house." 

I didn’t understand it then, not really. It sounded too abstract, too spiritual for my pragmatic mind.But now, I think I get it. She wasn’t talking about a literal house. She meant that place within ourselves where we can find true peace and solace. That quiet sanctuary in our hearts where the noise of the world can’t reach us. 

It’s a place of wisdom and love, a place where we can reconnect with our higher selves, with something greater than all this.So, when I’m feeling overwhelmed, I try to turn inward. I let go of the external chaos and focus on my inner world, on the divine presence that resides there. It’s like coming home after a long, exhausting journey. 

There, in the stillness, I find a loving welcome. It’s a gentle reminder that I am more than my struggles, more than the stress and the noise.In my Father's house, I find peace. I find myself. And in those moments, I remember that I have the strength to face whatever comes my way.