Cubbyholes and corners
Hidden places
Sacred spaces
There, I’m firmly held
I’m loved
Adored
Secure in Your embrace
Empowered to let go
Of the need to be needed
Of the desire to inspire
Empowered to simply be
Me with You
Without a single shred of significance
Or the illusion of usefulness
Immersed in a childlike faith
That wholly believes
Who I am
When all is laid bare
Is more than enough
For You
Could it be
That in cubbyholes and corners
In hidden places
And sacred spaces
Holiness is found
In the priceless beauty
Of quiet
Uncluttered
Communion?
I wrote this in my journal as I was literally sitting tucked into a corner during a home worship gathering several weeks ago. I felt prompted to share it with our group at the time, but immediately felt a little over exposed and vulnerable afterwards and made my way out the door quickly that evening (can you say vulnerability hangover?). I had no intention of ever posting it, but last week at the same gathering someone who had been there the week I shared this asked if she could have a copy. As I pondered whether or not I was okay with that and if so, how to share it with her (since it was just a messy bunch of scribbles in my journal) I decided to go ahead and write it out for her. As I did, I felt that familiar nudge to share it a bit more broadly.
I’m always surprised when this type of stuff resonates with other people but have learned to let it go and just do what He asks. So for all my fellow “cubbyhole and corner” sitters, here it is. May you find the beauty of His embrace in every quiet corner. ❤
Cindy Powell 