This weekend I took a solo retreat down to Eugene.
I climbed to the top of Spencer Butte and did something I don't do usually do: I sat and looked.
I'm always so distracted taking pictures and texting my friends about the alleged majesty of it all that I don't even stop to look. When I did manage to pry my eyes up into the distance, what I saw was divine. It was God staring me in the face.
Not the Christian God or the Muslim God or the Jewish God or the Hindu God. Just God. The unknown. The mystery. That sense that there's more than we see.
I'm working to see God in more of what I do each day. To pause and notice the little magic working itself in everything.
That awe I feel when I look my partner in the eye.
The warmth of a meal among friends I haven't seen in a long time.
The way I feel when I pick up the phone to call someone I love and tell them that.
That feeling when you shut the laptop and decide life is too short to spend all of it twitching your fingers into a machine.
That. That's God.