Today at church we sang, “How Beautiful”, in reference to the Body of Christ. I love that song as it is, but while it was being sung, I looked at my mother and the words took on another meaning. Then I noticed in front of us was a man with Downs Syndrome. His mother (I’m assuming) put her arm around him and have him a squeeze. Also, a mom had her sleeping baby swaddled onto her. As she stood and rocked, she rubbed and kissed the dozing infant. How beautiful indeed.

I Found God today in much beauty.