I have been pondering how holy places can come in the most unexpected ways and spaces. Last night, for example, I was panicking about the leak that was dripping, again (the leak I thought was dried up and so had moved down on my priorities list). I wondered how I’d missed its drip. I’d even checked the space earlier, but felt prompted to check again.
And then I saw the cup — simply part of my clutter that I “should have” cleaned up a long time ago –<i>right under the drip</i>. To my astonishment, there was only 1/2 inch between the level of the water in the cup and the rim. (It was a big cup.)
Upon further investigation (inspiration?) I think I was able to find the leak’s source. If I’m right, it’s a pretty significant problem. We’ve got some work and expense ahead of us. But I feel strengthened to face what lies ahead because of that sacred space moment.
My cup runneth o’er to know that Heavenly Father knows of the details and the worries of my life.