Reflections

You make me laugh out loud, then cry.

This morning as I read your words, I felt some loving energy gently shift a piece or two my internal puzzle and though nothing has changed externally, everything is different.

I love how you find grace in the worst moments.

Beautiful. Moving. Deep.

Godisbig Reflections help you find the sacred right where you are: in the laundry room, at the board meeting, in the driver’s seat of your car. A balm for your soul, each reflection draws you in and brings you closer to God.

Restoring My Faith

night sky filled with stars

My front porch has become my sanctuary, my “altar in the world,” to quote theologian Barbara Brown Taylor. I like to sit on the ledge late at night, my back against the brick. Out here is where I talk to God. Sometimes I use words. Most nights, I sit in silence. Breathing in that fresh night air, something in me expands beyond myself and reconnects me to the larger world, beyond the limits of my mind.

Stepping Out in Faith

map of Spain highlighting Santiago de Compostela

On Easter Sunday, I finished the Camino de Santiago, an ancient 480.8 mile (773.9 km) pilgrimage across the northern part of Spain. It starts in a village in France and ends in the town Santiago de Compostela in Spain. Unlike the medieval pilgrims who first walked it, I did the Camino virtually.

Lying Fallow: Learning to rest in the divine

colorful pots with soil in them

I am reminded as we enter another year of the pandemic that some life events have the power to reshape us. They reorder our galaxies and transform our plans. Who we were before no longer mirrors who we are becoming. I am being reshaped right now. I wish I could see the outcome, but for now, I am trying to rest in the faithfulness of God. I learned that many years ago. And I am relearning it again now.

Being On the Way: A reflection on trust

a hiking trail through the woods

62.5 more miles to go on my pilgrimage. The Camino de Santiago has been around for more than a thousand years. It’s 480.8 miles across the rolling hills of northern Spain. Medieval pilgrims started where they were. I did the same, virtually, as the pandemic dictated, at the start of 2021… It’s just that I thought I’d already be changed by now.