Where is God revealed?

Today at church one of the message topics discussed was about how while God as an entity is too infinite to humanly comprehend, we can and should always seek to find ways in which to discover how He reveals himself. Kind of a weighty concept, until you realize that there are a million little ways even in our everyday lives where He manifests himself. Perhaps in the beauty of nature, in the embrace of a loved one, or in the kind gesture of a stranger (thank you, dude in camouflage overalls who stopped on I-96 East back in the winter of 1994 to help me drive my beloved maroon Ford Probe out of the snowy ditch!). Yet overall, in my thoughts, deeds and words, I am constantly challenged to truly be a reflection of His almighty mercy & grace - do you feel like that too?

This week my friend Josie encouraged our small group to pray about how God would want us to spend the Sabbath (even if not on a Sunday?) and after a very nice morning of running errands & going to church with the hubby, then lunch afterwards with a group of friends, I am just sitting here writing this blog post while the hubby rouses from his nap, the washing machine & dryer are simultaneously running and the chicken wings that we're bringing to a friend's Superbowl party are baking in the over. Not sure that any of it is all that meaningful, but there it is.

But I did see/feel God earlier in my weekend. In the wee hours of Saturday morning we were serving at our church neighbor Cana Lutheran's annual winter warming shelter, reflecting on the fact that when we were there a year ago we were newly engaged and I was rifling through bridal magazines and planning for our wedding. How blessed we've been, right? Then during breakfast one of the male guests recognized me from serving at the Oasis/Detroit Rescue Mission and while he was a bit strange (he took some group pictures of the girls with his cameraphone last month, and this night he was asking which guy was my husband, if I was indeed married), I was struck with the fact that he had obviously taken food & shelter both in Detroit, and then a bit north in Berkley, and couldn't I have been a bit more compassionate than a nod & a polite smile? So I grabbed a gallon of milk from the kitchen and headed out to refresh the supply out in the dining room, and then another male guest stopped me and exclaimed "Are you an angel??!? You look like an angel with that big smile!". OK, those of you that know me well know that I am most certainly not an angel, yet even if his comments where in jest, perhaps that man needed a lift of spirit before heading out into the bitter cold for the day. I guess that's one thing I can be comforted by, that I am always reminded to be humble when I do fail at the little (big?) things.

Lord, continue to break my heart for the things that break yours, and please reveal yourself to me in ways that I can understand and act on..