Holy Ground

“... For the place on which you are standing is holy ground.” (Exodus 3:5)

I once believed this holy ground could only be found in “spiritual” places.  Like during mountain top retreats, during a worship service or a church building.  Not in normal places like the grocery store, a playground, or my house. Never my house.  It’s too normal (and, well, messy!) to be considered holy ground. 

Despite the normality of where I find myself in life, I have experienced more breathtaking moments in the daily grind than I did during my years at Bible college and serving at youth camps. The heart pounds, the breath catches in the throat and I wish time would simply stop.

Stop and let me soak up His goodness in the newly painted pink toe nails on my daughter’s chubby toddler feet.

Pink is the best color for pedicures!

Stop and let me catch my breath as I stare at the rays of sunlight coming through my open blinds, a reminder of His glory.

Stop and let me cling to the sweetness of His love in giving me a husband who is the greatest gift....ever.

Will and Elisabeth on a donut date!

Stop, let me take my shoes off and find a way to express all the thanks in this heart of mine that is on the verge of exploding.

They are just moments. And they pass so quickly because time does not stop. I attempt to make them last longer as I write in my journal…

… soft curls of gold

… sweet kisses good night

… a warm kitty to pet

… clean counters

… a brother’s surprise visit

… ripening tomatoes

Simple moments that reflect the beauty of God.  Simple, daily moments.  On my journey to see God in the mundane I have not been disappointed.  He is here.  He makes this life I live holy ground.  I get the simple joy of seeing and loving and worshiping right here in my kitchen or in the middle of the grocery aisle. 

Life is beautiful because He is in it.