In the middle of my religious studies class I suddenly remembered this night I was in London. I had gone to an early church service at the Hillsong church and was killing time and trying to find some dinner. I honestly think I just got off at a random subway station that didn’t look too sketchy and just went for a walk. I had had an absolutely beautiful day on my own, went to St. Paul’s cathedral and was blown away by the beauty of it. Went to the London Bridge, picked up a bagel at a random little coffee shop and just enjoyed the time I had. I remember finally finding a fish and chips place and sitting outside at a little table eating. It was a gorgeous evening. I sat there in that moment, just enjoying the fact that I was finally in London and totally blessed by that. It’s hard to explain but I was just watching, looking and living in the moment that God had given to me.

I think there are a lot of these moments that we have. Days and instances when we’re struck by something more than we are on our own. For me they’ve been driving to school in the fall with the falling leaves and all the color, standing on the ocean shore, cuddled up in a chair during a ferry crossing, walking with my dog in the country and seeing the clear night sky. I’m grateful for these moments and blown away sometimes by being in them. They pass as time continues, but for a second there’s a glimpse of something more, more love than I can comprehend, more beauty than I can imagine and in a lot of ways a plan and will better than I will ever understand.