19 April 2017
Holy Ground Reprise ~ Identifying It
Greetings Dear Reader,
Before I can assess what I need in light of what is going on I must first define what holy ground is for me. The definitions are both obvious and not so obvious.
The obvious is church for me. I drink deeply from that well and it sustains me often. It is, however, not the holy ground that is most precious to me. Some of the ground that is holy to me is simple. Anywhere that my children are present becomes holy ground to me. I only ever feel at home around them.
Home is holy ground to me though I currently do not have one. I have a place where I lay my head and scratch out my writing but it is solitary and so not a home. This is one of those longings that haunts me daily. Home is holy ground upon which I need to be but fear it is lost for me for the foreseeable future. I will get back to this later.
My favorite diner is holy ground. My Friday breakfast ritual is precious to me. When others choose to join me it is even richer. I take comfort in being kind to those who are always there. I would spend more time there were I free to do so.
This writing desk is holy ground. For years now this chair and desk have been the primary place from which I spin my yarns and think my thoughts. It is where I ask the questions and search for answer. It is where I read and pray. It is my small sanctuary from the general loneliness of the room.
There is a town in Georgia that is holy ground to me. It is like Rivendell in my mind with less magic and more mystery. I will journey there later this year and hope to find a bit of peace to last for a space. There is family in Georgia that is precious to me as well. Some time with them brings me better focus and perspective.
I need consistent contact with holy ground to get by. The most precious to me is denied me at this point. So I feel like a vagabond most of the time lacking home and a fellow traveler. Some of that is my fault and some was forced upon me. Still I follow the one who is ultimately my home. It is in Christ that I find rest when I can. It is in him that all the treasures of home endure.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”
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