“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.”