Introduction

There are homes that shelter, and then there are homes that heal. Apostle Connie Dotson’s home was more than a place. It was an atmosphere. A sacred space where truth didn’t just speak, it lingered. Where worship wasn’t performed, it was embodied. And where healing didn’t come through formula, or performance, but through presence. This is the story of The House That Healed Me—the moment When Sacred Met Me. It is a tribute to a woman whose obedience created a sanctuary, and to the Spirit that met me there with restoration, clarity, courage and Kingdom alignment.

How Sacred Spaces Was Born

That visit to Apostle Connie’s home wasn’t just a moment, it was a seed. I didn’t know it then, but the peace I encountered would become a blueprint. Her home modeled what it meant to host the Holy Spirit with intentionality, to create an atmosphere where healing was not only possible, it was expected. I left her house changed, not because of a sermon or a session, but because sacred had met me in the ordinary.

In the weeks that followed, I began to reflect on the environments we create; how they speak, how they minister, how they either invite or resist the presence of God. That reflection became a stirring. And that stirring became Sacred Spaces Saturday—a rhythm of honoring, cultivating, and reflecting on spaces that carry the fragrance and sound of Heaven. It’s more than aesthetics. It’s about alignment. It’s about atmosphere. It’s about making room for truth to speak and for hearts to respond. 

It’s about creating a space where Heaven isn’t just acknowledged—it’s hosted. Where the Word isn’t just read—it’s received. Where healing isn’t just hoped for—it’s expected. Sacred spaces aren’t built with bricks alone—they’re cultivated through surrender, intention, and presence.

You don’t have to walk through your Apostle’s door in their home to encounter sacred. That moment in her home was a divine catalyst. It was never meant to be the only access point. Sacred isn’t locked behind someone else’s threshold. It’s waiting to be cultivated in your own.

Your kitchen table can become an altar. Your living room can host the glory. Your quiet mornings can echo with Heaven’s whisper. The everyday ordinary—when surrendered—becomes holy ground. 

That moment in Apostle Connie’s home didn’t end when I walked out her door. It followed me. It lingered. It began to shape how I saw my own space—not just as a place to live, but as a place to host. Host peace. Host healing. Host truth.

And from that stirring, Sacred Spaces Saturday was born.

Sacred Spaces Saturday is more than a rhythm. It’s a revelation: that your home, your atmosphere, your intentionality can birth transformation. You don’t need stained glass or incense. You need alignment. You need presence. You need the courage to believe that sacred can meet you right where you are.

So begin. Rearrange the furniture if you must. Light a candle; Let there be Light! Play worship music. Speak peace. Invite the Spirit. Read the Word of God out loud. And watch as your ordinary becomes extraordinary—because sacred has found a place to dwell.

Join me here every Saturday, for more truth about Sacred Spaces Satruday and creating your home to be a sacred space.

Pastor Sylvia

 

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