I Used to Not Feel the Presence of God
Until I felt the Flowers
I used to not feel the presence of God. Maybe I did, but I didn’t recognize that’s what I felt.
Back in June I walked by the church where I had my first communion. It was where my parents sent to me catechism classes after removing me from catholic school.
Lately, out of curiosity, I’ve been considering attending mass. I don’t consider myself catholic, but I do feel an openness to experience God in different ways.
After passing by the church, I walked down a block that had houses with lush gardens. This was a special time to be in North Vancouver; there are so many fragrant gardens in bloom and wild flowers seem to effortlessly grow through any nook and cranny.
As I walked this block, admiring the gardens, I could feel the presence of God through them.
I could feel divine life through the plants.
It wasn’t difficult.
I didn’t have to try, contemplate, or pray on it.
It was present – and I felt it.
This feeling helped me remember that we’re always accompanied.
The comfort of the divine might be closer than we even realize.
And a slow walk through the neighbourhood might be the perfect practice.
