Driving through the Blue Ridge Mountains, the hillsides and trees exploded with spring colors. God’s presence in creation was palpable. The mountains were singing of our redemption, “The tomb is empty! We are born again to a new and living hope!”

The Irish have a concept, Thin Places, where heaven and earth touch, a place where we tangibly experience God. Habakkuk wrote of a future time when “The earth will be filled with the knowledge of the glory of the Lord as the waters cover the sea” (2:14). Until that time, we catch glimpses of His glory.

Singing certain worship songs mentally transports me before the heavenly throne of our King where I can almost hear angels and saints from all ages praising God.  The experience of walking behind a roaring waterfall brought understanding to John’s description of Jesus in Revelation 1:15, “His voice was like the roar of many waters.” Even a lunch with friends is a holy place when we realize the Holy Spirit is orchestrating our conversation.

Lord, in the midst of my ordinary days, let me discern more of those thin places where heaven and earth merge.

I long to discover a burning bush
To hear God speak
To be called by the Lord
To encounter YHWH

I long for my ordinary moments to become sacred
To stand on holy ground
To watch You bring deliverance
To behold Your wonders (BIG and small)