One afternoon I drove mountain roads only 30 minutes from home. They were new roads to me. I’d never traveled them before and I realized again how easy it is to miss the beauty that is right in front of us.
It’s easier in springtime. The daffodils light up dark corners, green creeps out of the branches of the forest and birds and frogs find a voice that had been silenced for the long winter.
Perhaps I too, can find a voice to say the things that stirred inside my heart but struggle to find words to say.
I’d like to hold the moments closer, to see the value in everyday things, to recognize the fingerprints of God all around me and to believe that spiritual connections can be found in all the mundane parts of life.
And I’m learning.
I’m learning that my work can be God’s work.
That laughter can be worship
Tears can be a prayer
I’m learning that a hug can be sacred,
A cup of water filled with grace,
A cup of coffee a sacrament,
And any place with a child of God is Holy Ground.
When I remember that all I have is given. That earth is intricately connected to heaven. That what is created by God, is inherently part of God, than everything becomes sacred. We do not bring God down to humanity, we raise humanity to become one with God.
I am a partaker of His holiness.
I am a coworker with God.
I am His.