A day in the Karava house

The house is cold, but homey. Learning to live without heating has made me extra thankful for slow mornings where I can snuggle up in a colorful blanket and cozy socks. A candle is lit on the table in front of me and the morning light falls through the windows. I sit enjoying the last bit of flavor from the warm homemade oatmeal Joanna made. Joanna finishes up the last of the dishes and Emma sits at the kitchen table practicing some cords on the guitar.

Within a few minutes, those cords turned into a tone, turning into a song, that turns into worship. Joanna begins singing along with Emma and then I join in. And just like that a house went from the sounds of quiet routines to a house echoing with the praises of three young women- each seeming unbothered by anything but simple rawness of enjoying their King’s presence.

And that was it.

After a few moments, the worship became quiet again and the routines continued as if nothing had ever happened. As I sit, glancing out the window, I remember the God’s promise, “My presence will go with you, and I will give you rest.” (Exodus 33:14) I am reminded of the simplicity of His presence. It is not a command to go to high places or beautiful temples to be in the Lord’s presence. But He meets us where we’re at. In the mundane, simple, day-to-day life, He abides in us.