Finding God Everywhere

Been frazzled the past few weeks. Busy, tired, downright exhausted, and not sleeping too well. Then I went on vacation to visit my family, and also spent a few days on a getaway with my husband. And wouldn't you know it? Amidst all the family chaos and noisy kids and busy-ness, I not only found some relaxation and fun, I also found God everywhere I went.

God was in the bright, colorful glass in the treehouses I played in at

the San Antonio Botanical Gardens, where I was amazed by the beauty

of sun and light and bright colors.

God was in the sound of the water at the lake,

the memories that finding sea glass brought up

at one of our old family picnic spots.

God was in the joy I found watching my

niece and nephew help pick vegetables in

the garden on a peaceful summer morning.


And even in the total weirdness of
meeting a rooster who was
raised with people, who thinks he is a person.
I have never met a rooster who hangs out with
other people and not with the other chickens.

God was in the gentleness I witnessed when the
mama sea lions took care of their babies at Sea World.

God was in the joy my husband and I had exploring

nature and His Kingdom, and being amazed at all

the creative things that God's people do to express themselves.

I didn't go on vacation intending to find God. I went on vacation intending to get a little sleep and hang out with my family a bit. Get away from it all. Funny how He just sneaks up on us like that, isn't it?