The volunteers I asked had no idea where it was.
the information desk sent us one place.
Turned out it had moved to anither.
Inside there are pine trees planted in pots
water trickling in a fountain
art displayed on easels and lining the walls
soft cushions on the floor and a rocking chair.
A quiet space
an easy place to allow God to hold us
and fill our longing souls.
What is it I must see in this experience?
How is God speaking?
Be still.
It is enough for now.
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