Grace is everywhere, even in our darkest moments, when we feel unloved, alone, and unwanted. I’ve been there, through the pain of PTSD and major depression, the loss of both of my parents, whom I loved dearly, and the agony of infertility. And somehow, just when I’m on the verge of giving up all hope, that I have found God in my heart. I have found God in the deepest, darkest night, patiently waiting for me to notice. And I have discovered God the most in the mundane, every day things. St. Theresa of Avila once talked about finding God in “the pots and pans.” I figure that if God is found in washing the dishes, then God must be lurking everywhere, if we only have the heart to see!
That’s what this blog is about. My spiritual journey, discoveries of grace in the most ordinary places, my encounters with God on the bus, in Church, in my hospital room. It is about realizing that the little things really do matter.