Ezekiel 38-39, Psalms 118, 119:1-24

When hard pressed, I cried to the LORD;
   he brought me into a spacious place. (Psalm 118:5)

Who or what "puts the squeeze" on you, reader? Occasionally, I allow the calendar to "fence me in." I confess: I press myself with frightening regularity. "Do this. Do that. Go here. Go there. Hurry up! Don't dawdle!" 

Then an angel calls me to prayer: "Take a deep breath and exhale slowly. Release any tension held in the body. Be thankful." So I breathe. I roll my shoulders and exercise my neck. I let gratitude rise up from deep within, and I speak it aloud: "Thank You, Jesus."

Then I notice. God is delivering me into sacred space.