Sometimes, if I listen very intentionally, I can hear the Holy Spirit saying,
“Take your sandals off your feet, for the place where you are standing is holy ground”
Of course, there is no burning bush talking to me, which is a good thing. After all, I am a stay at home mom and a burning bush could mean catastrophe, escpecially during our southern california drought season. Rather, my burning bush is, today, in the likeness of my 4 year-old asian princess with morning bedhead, curled up in her jammies and blankie, snuggled on the red couch, threatening to turn into a blue chicken if I don’t feed her some breakfast very soon. And with that one threat, wimpered hours ago, I am reminded that my home is holy ground.
Holy Ground? How does that even translate into my life?
Sitting with a MacBook on my lap sharing a blankie with two jammie clad sweethearts snuggled in next to me…Holy Ground. Answering the phone to my excited college student who got the job…Holy Ground. Patiently pouring over the newest American Girl catalog with my 10 year- old…Holy Ground. Dinner date with my daughter-in-law…Holy Ground. Running up the stairs, but only after stopping to “pay the toll” to an obstacle of fluffy, pink tutu-wearing cuteness blocking the stairs and demanding a kiss…Holy Ground. Late nights with posterboard, post-it notes, and lesson plans, helping my daughter get organized in a new career…Holy Ground. 5:30 am coffee date, on the back patio, with my husband, because that is the only time we are not interrupted…Holy Ground. Chubby little hands, rubbing my cheeks, while my preschooler tells me how very old I look today…Holy Ground. Chats about coffee and how I should cut back with my son…Holy Ground. When a fragile 4 year-old looks up at me, and with no prompting and for seemingly no reason, says,
“I’m so glad that when you went to China, you picked me to be your baby.”
and my heart melts, as my breath is taken away, for I am taken aback and am in awe at the realization of the Holy Ground on which I stand.
In the middle of his mundane career as a shepherd, Moses was summoned by God to lead Israel into the promised land, a land flowing with milk and honey, whereas, I am going to merely provide milk and toasted flat bread. Though Moses got a burning bush and I got an outspoken sprite, I know the one thing that is the same for both Moses and myself, is that God promised,
“I will be with you”.
Yet Moses argued with God:
“But Moses said to the Lord, “Oh, my Lord, I am not eloquent, either in the past or since you have spoken to your servant, but I am slow of speech and of tongue.” Then the Lord said to him, “Who has made man's mouth? Who makes him mute, or deaf, or seeing, or blind? Is it not I, the Lord? Now therefore go, and I will be with your mouth and teach you what you shall speak.”
At first, it always astounds me that someone who is actually chatting with the Almightly would dare to argue with Him. However, don’t I do that everyday? Don’t I forget that I am living a divine appointment? That God has placed me in this exact moment to be His instrument of holiness. I stand in the middle of my seemingly mundane life, wondering how can I make a difference for God. Like Moses, I let my own insecurities paralyze me. But then, I am reminded that God is with Me. He is Emmanuel.
And God continues to graciously place a “burning bush” or, in my case, an adorable 4 year-old in my path. He reminds me that this is Holy Ground and I am to lead my children to the promise land, to teach them about His son, Jesus, and all His promises. However, I don’t need to lean on my own strengths, or I will fail. Rather, realize that I am standing on Holy Ground and He is leading me.
What “burning bush” is God placing in your life? Are you being intentional to listen for His promptings? Remember, in the middle of an ordinary life, we can live extraordinarily for Christ.