I’ve met people who practice Sacred Spaces who have a wonderful quiet large closet or a small room where they go to sit and relax with God. While I think that’s wonderful, my life hasn’t always been so predictable or spacious.
When my children were growing up there wasn’t a lot of extra space and it certainly was never quiet. The closest thing I found was locking myself in the bathroom for a few minutes. Even when I did that the children would congregate outside the bathroom door whispering about me being inside ‘praying’.
Gradually I found that it didn’t matter where I sat or for how long, connecting with God just by whispering ‘hey, God’ was all I needed to open space to the sacred.
Stolen moments sitting in my car became sacred.
The back porch after the children were in bed was a sacred space.
I’ve even read stories from people who encountered the sacred in the midst of turmoil.
Where doesn’t matter.
When doesn’t matter.
James 4:8 tells us, “Draw near to God, and he will draw near to you.”
All that matters is that you stop, think of God and invite God to come into your space, God does not force us…God waits for us to turn and call out.
The point is that there is no place you can go where God is not there.
That makes it sacred!
In God, Deborah
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