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Climbing the narrow staircase to the third floor, I reached the landing. Two doors wait silently, sentries guarding sacred space, and one bears a faded brass plaque, “Turret Room.” My fingers linger on the cold metal key with the big wooden tag in my pocket. I lift it to the oddly shaped keyhole and slide it in. A soft click, and the latch yields. Opening the door, I enter.

What do I diligently schedule? Written on paper or added to a digital calendar: doctor's appointments, work, grocery shopping, school events, church events, vacation, financial planning, or spiritual retreat? What have I committed to and created space for?

Jesus' gaze is direct and intense, but it is not harsh or critical. I know he sees me more clearly than I see myself. "As you hiked the trail at your current pace, I noticed you left me behind. What is your hurry, dear one?" Jesus continues, "Rest is a good idea, and I would love to sit with you for a little while. You can tell me what you have been thinking about and what you have noticed as you hiked."