Holy Ground

Sometimes when I’m in church, I take off my shoes. It’s as if I’m standing in the presence of God on holy ground. It’s as if I need, no want, to stand barefoot before the Lord in awe and humility.

Today I had the honor and privilege of hearing a fifth step. Another traveler on the path of recovery barred her heart and soul to me. She shared things with me that she had never, ever shared with another human being. She was willing to be vulnerable and raw and gut-wrenchingly honest. It was a holy time. God was here. I am so blessed to have been able to witness God’s working in a fellow addict’s life.

Today I stood in awe and humility as I watched and listened to God work. Today I stood on holy ground. Today, I took off my sandals.