There is a woman sitting in the corner at Tully’s.  She is nondescript and appears to be focused on only what is right in front of her.  Her quiet demeanor does not match the intensity with which she seems to be flying across her computer keys.  Unaware of those around her, the ongoing buzz all around seems only to fade into white noise in her ears.

There is a tear in her eye.  A tear of experience and pain but not hopelessness.  I could be wrong, but it seems to be passion leaking out of her, just a bit at a time.  A passion that must have something to do with the speed with which she types.  As if she has a message that needs to be shared, a message she couldn’t keep from sharing even if she tried.  Almost like it is her purpose at this time and place to do exactly what she is doing.  In the middle of a host of strangers.  Lost in thought in a corner chair in a coffee shop.  Invisible to everyone around her.

But I believe there is something happening of great significance in that corner.  Something between her and her Maker.  He is whispering in her ear and her fingers are desperately trying to keep up.  He is speaking and she is listening, and undoubtedly praying for Him to be clear with her, even if it hurts.  To show her things in the little faux leather chair that will hold her daily until He asks to meet her somewhere else.

Today begins a new chapter, a sort of terrifying adventure.  I am that small, nondescript woman in the corner listening intently for the voice of her Father.  The distractions and duties of home out of sight and mind.  This will be my new “office”.  My place of worship and work.  My SACRED GROUND(S) every morning.

I don’t know all that will happen here.  But I know that God has stripped me of me in recent months to take me to a fresh place of new vulnerability and perspective.  A cleansing of the heart and soul that has left them hungry and thirsty for His word and His truth and Himself.  An emptying that was required to begin a new filling and overflowing.

I am that woman in the corner with the tear in her eye that depicts hope and not despair.  That woman whose fingers are flying with new excitement and focus.   Whose cobwebs have been brushed away and whose vision is all the clearer.

So, come in on any given day and see me at the Tully’s on the corner of Angela and Main. Let’s chat over coffee and hear what God is doing in your heart, in your world.  After all, even the girl in the faux leather chair needs to come up for air once in a while.:-)

Isaiah 43:19 – For I am about to do something new. See, I have already begun! Do you not see it? I will make a pathway through the wilderness. I will create rivers in the dry wasteland.