Susannah Wesley, the mother of nineteen children, pulled an apron over her head in the kitchen for moments of sacred space. Jesus slipped away to the side of a mountain in a secluded spot; in a rowboat to the middle of the sea when life pressed hard. (Mark 1:35, Luke 5:16)
Where is your sacred place, the one that opens the heart wider to the whispers of God?
I’m writing about mine over at Journey to Epiphany today for a new link-up. Take Off Your Shoes, Your On Holy Ground. Come on over and join me there.
I stood on Holy Ground barefoot. Thanks Shelly, for leading me there.
We stand with bare feet on holy ground together. It’s good to link arms with you friend.