You Can See God
I sat at my desk staring at the letter for
a
long time. It was written by a friend of mine who was going through some
difficult times. It listed problem after problem and seemed full of despair.
It
ended with these words: "I would like to have faith, but I have always had a
problem in believing in what I can't see. You can't see God, you know!"
After awhile I still hadn't thought of how
to
answer my friend's letter and help him. Hoping a walk would help, I put a
leash
on one of my dogs and headed out the back door. The warm, golden sunshine of
Spring warmed my face as soon as I stepped off the porch. A fresh breeze
carried
the scent of a thousand budding trees on it. A butterfly danced above a
patch of
dandelions floating from flower to flower. Robins were flying back and forth
to
the Maple tree in my backyard carrying fresh grass and twigs to reline their
nests. Across the road my new neighbor's children were playing in her
backyard
with a big ball. It was such a delight seeing her toddler chasing after it
with
such joy. I felt a nuzzle against my leg and looked down to see my dog
cuddling
in for a hug. I smiled and scratched his head while the laughter of the
children
and the sound of crickets in the woods blended together to create a unique
and
beautiful music. I started to walk back inside and saw my own son grinning
at me
from the window. Most of the world could only see his mental handicaps, but
when
I looked at him then his eyes sparkled with a divine light. I waved to him
and
laughed when his older sister snuck up behind him and wrapped him in a
loving
hug.
When I got back inside, I knew what to
write. I
went to my friend's letter and wrote of everything I had just seen, smelled,
heard, and felt in those brief moments outside. Then I finished by writing
this:
"I think we all can see God! We just need
to
know where to look!"
