How do you touch God? By connecting with the source.
Then I gazed into the face of my sleeping baby and saw the handy work of God lying beside me. I walked into my garden and watched the roses buds burst open with ebullient color and life. I breathed deeply at the awe of His majesty and my inhale met His lips as I realized that my very breath was a miracle too. As I embraced the ephemeral beauty of life, God’s hand held mine. As I marveled at the artful landscape surrounding me, God’s arms wrapped around me. As I drank from the essence of life, inhaling all of God’s splendor I realized that God was everywhere, in everything. I realized that my humanity is an expression of God’s personality.