Attic Spaces

One of the most beautiful things about moving whether physically or spiritually, is God never expects us to do it alone. As I write, I am nestled in the upper "attic" of my parents three-story home in Athens, Georgia. Just two weeks ago, when the kids & I stayed at my in-laws house in Richmond, I too had the spot of the "attic" on their third floor. Now when I say attic, don't picture in your mind a dusty room lined with wooden floors with storage boxes to the ceiling, but rather, I must confess, they are carpeted, cozy and for some reason the place I migrate too. I realized the other day why I love these rooms in my dear loved ones' houses more than other more convenient spaces. In 1997, more than 12 years ago, God met me in an attic space. A dear college friend's mom lived alone in Columbia, SC, where I had just finished graduate school. I had no job, no money, no home and very few local friends, maybe one or two. I thought to myself, "How can you have a great degree and have nowhere to go?" Her mother kindly offered for me to stay in one of her twin daughter's bedrooms which happened to be situated in their attic. It was a tiny, and I mean tiny space, with slanted ceilings and one small window. Only a small twin bed and little dresser filled the room. But for some reason, I loved it. In that room I cried my eyes out nearly every day for four months searching for something that I would later realize was greater than simply a degree, a job or a plan. In that space, God gave me a purpose. He tucked me into that small space, away from the world, isolated from the things that so easily distract and He introduced himself to me as my loving, heavenly Father. I will never forget that season of my life and I will never forget that room.

Though my family has been "homeless" this past month, God has done a beautiful thing. He's reminded me no matter where I've been, or where I'm going, He has always been and always will be there. I woke up a little earlier than usual this morning, was headed to the bathroom and the hum of a old song came to my mind. One I've not heard in years. I couldn't place the name of the song but the band FFH came to mind so I quickly grabbed my laptop and youtube'd FFH and found what melody God woke me with first thing this morning. It's their song "Still the Cross". http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tdnFIYtN4XA&feature=related

Have an awesome day friends!
Cindy