Discovery.

So, today I was having a conversation with a friend who came to visit me in my prison (aka- my home). Although I will be free in five days. (i know, what???) I'm going to be like a bird, so used to being caged that once the door is opened I'll just stay inside for fear of what lays beyond the bars.

Ok, enough of my melodrama. My friend and I were talking about God (a frequent topic of our conversation) and about whether relationship with Him/Christianity is about good and evil/spiritual warfare-esque things, or is it really about discovery? Can I vote discovery?

Since she left I've been thinking about all the ways I have discovered God. I discovered God in the pink flowers on a tree that bloomed the day I had my miscarriage, and how I could look at them every day and feel peace in my heart. I discovered God somewhere between my insulin and anti anxiety medicine, in the midst of all my health scares. I discovered God at Philhaven, during chapel when 20 mentally ill patients raised their voices in song. I saw God in a patient who made tissue paper flowers for his daughters, and their delighted smiles when they received them. I discover God everyday in my daughter's eyes.

That's what I want it to be about. Discovery.

And now I'm going to go discover God in this awesome thunderstorm we're having. :)

On another note- yesterday at work one of Kevin's co workers was hit in the face with a truck tire rim when the tire exploded while he was changing it. He and his family are on my heart, and I'm sure they would appreciate prayer.