On Holy Ground.

"We're standing on holy ground..." The chorus reminisced through my mind all night, hearing the slow beat of an old piano and voices gathering within ancient doors. "We're standing on hoy ground..." The sound of the old hymn bringing me to ages past.

And present. As I looked around, I saw the toppings of a female meal: daisies basketed and sunflowers sprouting. Mason and ball jars overflowing with feathering flowers and peanuts alike. Checkered table clothes and denim fabric. Bandanas tied and sweet tea poured. Candles enchanting and music playing. The Women's Event: Fall Kick Off.

Surrounded by all the necessary "frills" of the event, the entire gathering space was mesmerizing. But it was more than that. I stood next to a woman who seemed lost, looking for a table to belong, and asked her how I could assist. She simply said, "I'm okay. I don't know where to go, but this is a safe place." A safe place. Could a woman's event ask for more of a compliment than that? A safe place.

And yet, I still say yes. Because I still hear the hymn. Because beyond the places set with bows tied and devotionals placed, I heard voices. I heard women worshipping. I saw hands raised. I watched hugs exchanged, tears cried, hearts opened, testimonies given. I stood, on Holy Ground.

A woman's event is so much more than a woman's event; it's holy ground.

And tonight, I stood on Holy Ground.