The signs of God’s presence are around us all the time. Sometimes when I least expect — and certainly least deserve it — I am overwhelmed by an outpouring of grace in a collection of small, ordinary things. I’ve been feeling stressed, not sleeping well, not eating right, crying, snapping at people, and generally behaving badly.
Sacred Space posted this on their Facebook page this morning: “When you feel drawn to something good, it is God who is drawing you. The drawing may be felt as a tug on the heart, or as a good idea.” So I stopped at the zoo for a walk on my way to work this morning.
I was hoping for a glimpse of the week-and-a-half-old Masai giraffe, and she was out in the yard for the very first time this morning with her mom, her sister, and her two “aunts.” She was born in the middle of a crashing thunderstorm and her name, Nasha, is a Masai word for “comes with the rain.”
What started out as a day of barely hanging on became one of extraordinary wonder and delight.