A sacred moment

I live with the understanding that God is all around me. But how do I live in the reality of God's presence in life every day?

The pace of my life doesn't seem to help when it comes to recognising a sacred moment. Probably the moment is sacred when recognised as such. The nature of that moment doesn't have to be one of profound revelation or accompanied by a sense of being on Holy Ground.

It's maybe just a glimpse of the fact that we are wired for connection, a relationship with someone far greater than ourselves and that we carry the image of this God somewhere deep within us.

A sacred moment for me this week happened somewhere around 2am when my 3 year old daughter woke up with a nightmare. I held her in my arms for a few minutes and she clung on tight. Tired and half asleep, I sensed in that moment a deep connection with God, his heart, his desire to hold me. Yet the very act of describing the moment seems to lessen it. Very often these moments of intimate connection with God defy explanation or description and are better off experienced.

I think these moments are out there all the time waiting to be discovered. They can be found wherever we are and whatever we are doing, if we will tune in.