“God Is Everywhere in
This”
One
curve around the Colorado Rockies led to yet another mountain view, each one
more stunning, more breathtaking than the one preceding it. Overwhelmed by the
beauty of those Colorado mountains, my daughter said to me, “God is everywhere
in this.”
It
has become a favored phrase of mine. I try to remember it and to notice—even
when I am grumpy, tired, afraid—that “God is everywhere in this.” Sometimes it
is difficult to remember; other times it is not. It is easy to remember when the
Epiphyllum Oxypetalum blooms.
Epiphyllum Oxypetalum
flowers last only one night. But, oh, what a night. Beginning at dusk, the petals
unfurl hour by hour, releasing beauty and scent beyond measure, beyond description. On those
nights, I stay up late and bask in the aroma and the pure white beauty of the
fleeting blossoms. And when I am really paying attention, I realize and delight
in the awareness that, indeed, “God is everywhere in this.”
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