I went to church on the water last week.
Not in a church pew.
Not singing hymns.
Or with a Bible in my lap.
Rather, I found God under the sun’s quiet summer rays. Holding a sleeping baby in my arms. Counting my blessings and whispering my prayers.
We are expected to meet God in the church pew. We are expected to meet Him in prayer.
But, so very many times, we meet God without ever even knowing. Because, so very many times, we aren’t looking. He seeks us, and we unknowingly discover Him again–a secret blessing, all our own.