Sunday Reflection: Sacred Spaces

I believe in sacred spaces.

They are rarely churches for me (though sometimes they are). They are, in truth, the places where I hear the still, small voice of God, and I am terrible at anticipating where that will be. But then I find it, and I am grateful and whole.

The photo above shows what has been a sacred space for me. It is the studio overlooking the Eastern Market where my dad works and stores a lot of his art.  It is usually quiet there, even when a Saturday morning crowd is bustling below. There is a calm to it, and that opens up my heart.

The Holy Spirit finds us where we are.