Where I found God today

These are short reflections shared by people who are seeking God in all things and have been surprised by what they find as they travel their pathways. 

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So that is why God gave us tears. In the last week or so I had both reasons to cry – real joy and real anguish, and the tears help. Scientists may be able to explain the physiological reasons, but anyone who has wanted to cry but felt unable to will...
Water droplets on glass, lit from behind in many colours
I beleive there are times in all our lives when we are swept up in our own cares and don't necessarily have the mental space to reach out and even really ask the right questions. It's sadly all too common that people don't ask how each other are...
An interior of a church
On closer inspection they proved to be goldfinches, with flashes of gold upon their wings. But a moment later as I went to get a closer look they were all gone. The rays of the rising sun still shone through the hedgerow though, and a golden feeling...
Bird against yellow sky
It was brought to our attention that there was a particular need at the local prison where many men were being released, having completed their sentence, without belongings or homes to return to. So, during Advent, we devised a “reverse Advent...
Boxes of groceries
It can often lead to a time of contemplation and prayer for me- although this particular occasion was not quite so harmonious! The hymn we had just sung had a two-part echo arrangement; one voice singing while the other held onto longer notes...
A hymn book open on the hymn 'Amazing Grace'
We were talking about people we knew who had what we thought we quite illiberal or conservative views on paper, but about specific issues could be very compassionate. 'All it takes,' I said, 'is for their bubble to burst, as a result of knowing just...
Nineteenth century black and white engraving of Bob Cratchit and Tiny Tim from A Christmas Carol
If you're unfamiliar, the Mrs Pepperpot stories were written by a Norwegian writer but very successful in English, and feature a little old lady who shrinks to the size of a pepperpot at unexpected moments. These stories of her adventures are...
A girl reading a children's book.
There was none of the festive, crackling cacophony of family noise and celebration I knew in 72 years. There were just lit candles, barely audible music and me with my thoughts meandering through the fading year. Why so? Has everyone abandoned me?...
Statue of the Holy Family and candles
I knew the plant was called Old Man's Beard but only when I looked it up did I realised it was called Traveller's Joy which is doubly appropriate. I've noticed before that if anything my sense of wonder is increased when I'm having a difficult time...
Old Man's Beard - a rambling plant with grey, furry seedheads
Today, I stopped to stare with awe at cobwebs, beaded with frost, lacing a wooden bridge. I was reminded that spider silk might be compared to steel when it comes to tensile strength. Such industry, such artistry, such beauty from such a little one...
Cobweb hanging between two bushes
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