They say often that there is no proof of God, and perhaps that’s true from the mathematical definition of the term. But Ive lived a life surrounded by and buoyed by The God Who Is There. I don’t hear voices or see angels in trees–thankfully–but all the same there is evidence of that Creator. The evidence isn’t in the number of footprints on the beach. It’s in the grains of sand. The myriad ways both minute and gigantic that the whim and touch of a God who loves us are forever turning a hard substance like silica into a soft cushion we can traverse safely.
Tuesday was a bad day for me. It wasn’t especially catastrophic in a headline grabbing way. It was just very bad in the no good very bad horrible day way that most people get sometimes. Everything I did came out wrong. Or it came out right and I had to re examine the attitude and heart behind it. And then it got really bad. At a specific time. Really bad and very hurtful. And the hurt was followed by anger and frustration. So i mulled and cried and squeezed in some apologies and mulled and cried some more.
Then I sent an email to a few of the women I most trust to be in communion with the Holy Spirit and just asked them to pray. I sent that email in the early evening.
One of them responded by saying she had been unexpectedly thinking about me between 3:11 and 3:30. She was going to call right then but couldn’t so she said a prayer.
That time was when things were exactly at their worst for me.
Now I know there are a dozen skeptical responses to this sort of touchy-feely anecdote, and I know there are those who do (or did) read this space who will cling to that view of the world as the right and proper one. I wouldn’t ever take that away from you folks. You have every right to see the world in your way. As much right as I do to view it in mine.
I say only this. How can it not be anything but the most awesome and tremendous feeling to live in a life where even in the darkest of hours there is an ever wild gentleness quietly looking after you, loving you and showing you better ways down the road?