By Amy Brace
Faith is not something that I have thought about in a very long time. It has been over
twenty years since I attended any regular worship service. When I was younger, I talked to God regularly and knew that someone was listening. Only recently have I tried to talk to God again and I find it feels awkward to do so. Despite my lack of a formal or regular faith relationship, I still often feel the blessings that God has given me. Truly every day that I experience the world with my children, I am reminded of the wonder of life. More often than not, my spiritual moments are found as we experience nature together. Young children have the ability to find joy in such ordinary things, i.e., rocks, dirt, sand, leaves, icicles. Each season brings new wonders and makes me take notice of this amazing planet that we live on.
Recently my family spent a weekend in Narragansett, RI. If there is a particular place that I most often feel faith, it is at the ocean. On this particular trip, we were fortunate to have perfect conditions as we jumped in the waves, dug in the sand and skipped rocks in the water. Looking out to the horizon where the sky stretches forever, you feel how you are only a small being in a much larger world and an even larger universe. It is there that I think about what God created for us. As I listened to the shrieks of my son and daughter as they tried to out-run the moving tide, I could not stop smiling and I once again felt how lucky I am.