St. Ignatius believed that you can find evidence of God in all things. I believe it, too … and here’s how I’ve been finding God lately.
We recently returned from visiting Scott’s family in upstate New York. While there, we got to spend time at two lakes — Otsego Lake in Cooperstown:
and Minerva Lake in the Adirondacks, where Scott’s cousin organized a family reunion.
“Feast for the eyes” doesn’t begin to describe these two bodies of water. Glorious.
RELAXING (kind of)
I luxuriated in this hammock at Otsego Lake, rocking back and forth, gazing at the leafy sky above me and thinking all sorts of spiritual thoughts. Then two small boys suddenly showed up and began swinging me wildly back and forth, giggling loudly, while I held on for dear life. Such is life as a mother. (I have to admit, I was laughing too — and I remembered that God is found in laughter as much as in silent meditation).
Scott and I slipped out for a lunchtime date, the boys securely in the care of his sister and parents. We decided to try the Sriracha fries with green onion and cilantro, because we love spicy stuff.
Let’s just say that if I didn’t already believe in God, these would seal the deal. Holy cow, they were good.
Seeing Scott’s parents and sister was a treat; we see them so rarely, being on the other side of the country, and I always wish we could change that. But at least we can savor the time we do have. And it was great to see Scott’s extended family at the reunion his cousin organized. I met several of his cousins for the first time, and Scott got to see some of them for the first time in about twenty-five years, so it was a blessing for both of us.
Back home in CA, my older son was delighted to finally go get his very own library card. Talk about a rite of passage! As Rita Mae Brown said, “When I got my library card, that’s when my life began.” It was exciting for him and for book-nerd Mom. I snapped photos like it was prom day.
Two days after returning home, Scott and I celebrated our twelfth anniversary. We had a great dinner at one of our “special occasion restaurants” (otherwise known as a restaurant without a kids’ menu) where I ordered quail with truffle risotto (yum). It must have been the quail that got me thinking of this, but I started quizzing him on his knowledge of CA lore, being that he’s a native New Yorker and all. He got the state flower right, but he guessed that the CA state motto was “Duuuuude.” No wonder I love the guy.
The dotMagis blog is in the middle of its annual month-long celebration of Ignatian spirituality, and they invited me to write about a time when I found God in an unexpected place. My story involves my youngest son, a running leap, the edge of a bunk bed, and an ambulance. You can read it all here. Check out all the other posts, too — there’s a wealth of spiritual insight there, and there will be a new one every day of July.
Where have you found God lately?