We've all heard the scripture where Elijah goes up on the mountain because he is told the Lord will be passing by. The Lord is not in the earthquake or the wind or the fire but in the quiet whispering sound.
Life is sometimes like that. This week there have been no "big events" -- no spontaneous conversions, no deep experiences of God, no marathon prayer times -- and yet it's been one of my favorite weeks of late.
Work has been interesting with a little side project, Nod-girl has been delighting with her musical knowledge, we're on our fifth night of fuss-free bedtime routine with the kids, and we had a romp at the park.
We have enough money to pay our bills, we invested in a side of beef, and Mrs. Nod and I got to enjoy a little Father Brown movie together.
Nothing huge, just ordinary life humming along. And yet I knelt in Mass today and whispered to my God, "Thank you."
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