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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The hardest thing in some ways was a peculiar sense of numbness, a sort of cold feeling inside. One of the things which helped me was the beauty of nature, particularly flowers. My mother's parting gift to me, by a sheer coincidence, was a new...
A rose silhouette against a blue sky in the evening
Coupled with the love and care of my husband for 57 years. Not least, I am carried and supported all the days of my life by our loving Lord!
An old woman's hands clasped on her lap as though in prayer
My sister-in-law’s sister-in-law – that’s a complicated line of relationship! – always knew her battle with pancreatic cancer would not succeed but she fought a valiant war. Her husband sent me the following email after her death: She left her body...
A curtain blowing in the breeze
The story, set in the 17th century, explores the historical apostasy, under torture in Nagasaki, of the senior Jesuit, Ferreira and subsequently also that of the younger priest Rodrigues, who travels to Japan to find out what exactly happened to his...
Japanese maple with light shining through.
And added to this, has been the continuing stress of caring for an elderly relative. So sometimes lately, it has been a real struggle for me as I have been invited to open my heart in morning silent prayer. But all through these Lenten days, the...
Robin on a branch
The beauty of this pattern of frost on the roof of my car on a frosty day in March
 A pattern of frost
Among people while in the bus, this morning going to work.
Image of a bus full of people (taken from floor level)
Invitations to eight guests, the menu was planned, the table was to look stunning and early signs were that this was to be a happy, memorable evening with delightful company. And then the email came. A couple we had invited, who we did not know well...
Dinner table with dinner service and folded napkins, glassware.
My thumb played up and down the soft little finger curled over mine. I was awe-filled as I felt each minuscule knuckle – a miracle of engineering – and gazed at the soft, perfectly formed nails. Where would these hands go? What would they accomplish...
A woman sewing.
I wondered how her pregnancy had progressed; what were her emotions? A mixture of fear, awe and excitement? Had Joseph been with her through her labour? Had he held her hand and marvelled at the perfect tiny life torn from her? Was she anxious about...
Baby's hand in the hand of an adult.