We came back to the lake one evening for some night-time kayaking. There is something about being out on the water…fish jumping, frogs croaking, encircled by the deep darkness of the trees, wrapped in the cloak of darkness, infinitely small under the vastness of the stars. It was what Karla Kincannon calls “a holy moment, an encounter with the Divine that pulsates within the circadian rhythms found in all creation.”
Where have you found a holy moment? How do you build spaces into your regular rhythm to be surprised by the holy?
With the Eyes of the Heart 