Sometimes, after my baby has fallen asleep, I lean in close and inhale deeply. He smells like God. Really. If you could smell God, this is exactly what He, or She, would smell like. There are immense sacrifices that accompany parenthood – sleep deprivation, lack of self-time, behavioral challenges, sibling issues – but the privileges and joys are unparalleled.
God is everywhere.
In the light of beauty
and the beauty of darkness
In the order of everyday chores
and the chaos of creativity
In the miraculous dance of a bee and a flower
and the wonder of discovery
In a rainstorm
and in mud play
In the honor of witnessing another mother
in all Her forms
but when I inhale his scent each night, when the breath fills me with a smile so deep that I have to whisper, “Thank you,” I wonder if I’ll ever be closer to God than I am right now.