That's where God is found sometimes......
He can be in a gorgeous day or a rainy cozy one........
A beautiful bloom or a dandelion wish (which is really a weed:)........
Having a hummingbird rest right in front of you.........
Seeing a barn owl in your backyard (although he may have just been eyeing Sandy Cheeks:).......
A big hug from a loved one.......
A smile from a stranger (although someone did flip me off yesterday and it was after SHE cut me off real nice:)..........
Shooting stars..........
I could go on and on about all the signs I have gotten when I really needed it..........
All the places I find God..........
My dad once said of Frank "Frank finds his God while he is on the ocean in his boat, climbing mountains in his Jeep. He is a force of nature. He can't be confined to the walls of a church."
This coming from a man who goes to church everyday........
In the military there is much to do about about God........
God, Country, Unit.........
They pray before they eat, before they set on a mission. A chaplain is always available.
I once asked Frank "Does it bother you that they pray before everything around this joint?" He had just graduated from Warrant Officer school and we prayed before grad, dinner, P.T. everything:)
He simply said "No"
I asked "Do you ever pray?"
"sometimes"
Then he asked me "Does it bother you that I don't?"
I said "No I pray enough for the both of us"
But now..........
He may have to hold up his end.........
In the mail today we got a gift from my cousin Christina. She is part of the Quesada clan:) Dolly, her grandma is my Grandma's younger sister. I think we are 3rd cousins. My grandma and my great Aunt Dolly raised all their children in the Catholic church. And in turn we were all raised in the Catholic church........
After Frank and I married Sunday's became our days. Frank was never religious although he was baptised Catholic they never went to church like I did in my youth. And after all that church.........
Well I feel away from it when we moved away and started our own life. Sunday's became days of big breakfasts, activities with the kids. Because in the military if there is one day your going to get off it will be Sunday. And as the kids have gotten older it was mostly Frank and I's time to sleep in and regroup:)
Our kid's are all baptised in the church and they have some CCD in them. But sometimes I wonder if we didn't do them a real disservice by not grounding them in faith. Especially in times like these. Mass media, your dad going to war.
I know they all believe in God........
But I think it's time for them not to just think of church as where we go to bury people. But as a sanctuary.........
You know how I know it's time..........
Because they all told me they wanted to start going to church:)
How's that for reverse psychology!
I used to pretend I was sick to get out of going to church when I was little and by the way it never worked and I probably shouldn't have admitted that:)
Anyway back to Christina and her gift.........
A Saint Michael. I can not even begin to tell you about the lump in my throat when I saw this and read the card. Totally unexpected. Totally needed.
God finds me in the unlikeliest of places............
Thank you Christina:)
You have no idea how much I needed this today.
It will be pinned to the inside of his ruck just like my dad's Saint Christopher was when he went to Somalia and Haiti.
Wherever you find God I hope it brings you peace and fullfillment.
Have a wonderful weekend everyone!