A church building on Sunday isn’t the only place I find God.

Honestly, sometimes it’s the last place I feel His presence.

But I find Him in the sweet, soft smells of my daughter’s hair when she’s snuggled up on my chest.

I find Him in the laughter of my toddler who knows no bounds and lives to get a giggle out of a crowd.

I find Him in the silence when my husband isn’t home and the kids are asleep. That’s when I finally have a moment to reflect.

I find Him in the constant companionship of the dog and her unwavering need to be by my side.

I find Him in the chaos of day to day life because I know He is the organizer of it all.

I find Him when I lose my patience. I find Him in the grace I try to extend to my children.

I find Him in the ordinary moments. You know, the ones that make you smile and feel like all is right in the world even if it’s just for a little while.

I find Him in the comfort of my couch after a long day; the reassurance that He is there to carry my load when I simply can’t anymore.

I find Him in the listening ears of a friend that lends a kind word and helps me realize I’m not alone.

Church is a circus with young kids and I often get aggravated that I’m not finding what I used to in the pew on Sunday morning.

But I’ve come to realize that Church isn’t the only place I can find God.

He’s everywhere. I just have to be willing to look.

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