“Beauty that stirs you to wonder…..that true beauty which, as a glimmer of the Spirit of God, will transfigure matter, opening the human soul to the sense of the eternal.”
Moments of grace. A touch of the Divine in the smallest, simplest, most hidden places. A glimmer of the Spirit of God in the holy work of every day.
I am a wife and a mother of two little boys, searching for Him in the midst of wiping noses, kissing wounds, finding my voice as an artist, whispering quiet prayers throughout the day; prayers of thanksgiving, prayers for patience, prayers that only He knows in the stillness of my heart.
The work I do every day goes beyond what the world perceives; it goes beyond the laundry, the dishes, the constant pantry-stocking, the hauling in and out of the car all day. The work I do is something secret, something intangible, something that is far, far greater than anything we can see or touch. It is simply being for these little men, who are themselves whole worlds. It is being patient when I want to scream, being comforting when a wound needs tended to, being brave when there is fear, being grateful when God gives to me in abundance over and over again and yet I still find reasons to complain. It is being open to the Lord and receiving when I am unsure of the path ahead; when I feel like a restless flame wanting to catch fire all at once.
Within the quiet sanctuary of my home, the work I do is hidden, and yet it is its hiddenness that is so precious and valuable to me. It changes me every day; it constantly refines and molds me into someone I would not be outside of this vocation. The moments of grace, the brief periods in the mess and failure of each hour that come bursting through and literally make me stop in my tracks. Open my eyes. Wonder. These are the moments that beckon me to stay awake and see.
He is here, in it all; He is the reason for it all.
And Love is smiling through all things.