Last week I was on vacation in Ohio, tucked away in the middle of nowhere visiting family. Out there I had the space to breathe—really breathe—and to experience the goodness of God in a fresh way.
I found myself paying attention, slowing down, looking for beauty in the smallest of things. A butterfly on my morning walk. Deer along the roadside—not just ones I didn’t want to hit, but ones I wanted to notice, reminders of God’s creation that I rarely encounter in the city.
I spent hours by the pond fishing, but even then I would lay down the rod just to take it all in—the stillness, the colors, the quiet presence of God in it all. Out there, it seemed easy to see Him.
But here’s the harder question: why don’t I do this every day? Why don’t I pause to seek beauty in the ordinary rhythm of my life? It’s not because God’s work is hidden in the city. It’s not because I’m too busy. It’s because I don’t make the time.
I want to change that. I want to build space into my daily rhythm to look for Him—whether that’s a walk through nature, an afternoon on the water, or simply watching the sunset wherever I happen to be.
At the end of each day, I want to be able to say with confidence and gratitude: I saw God today.
