๐—™๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฒ “๐—ง๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—ฃ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐˜€” ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ฎ ๐—›๐—ถ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ฅ๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜†

โ€œ๐™Š๐™ช๐™ง ๐™ฌ๐™๐™ค๐™ก๐™š ๐™ก๐™ž๐™›๐™š ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™›๐™ž๐™ก๐™ก๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ ๐™ข๐™š๐™š๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™จ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ƒ๐™š๐™–๐™ซ๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™€๐™–๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™โ€ฆ ๐™’๐™š ๐™ข๐™–๐™ฎ ๐™ž๐™œ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ง๐™š, ๐™—๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™ฌ๐™š ๐™˜๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™๐™š๐™ง๐™š ๐™š๐™ซ๐™–๐™™๐™š, ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ฅ๐™ง๐™š๐™จ๐™š๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™š ๐™ค๐™› ๐™‚๐™ค๐™™. ๐™๐™๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ก๐™™ ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™˜๐™ง๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™™๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ ๐™ƒ๐™ž๐™ข.โ€ ๐˜พ.๐™Ž. ๐™‡๐™š๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™จ, ๐™‡๐™š๐™ฉ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ˆ๐™–๐™ก๐™˜๐™ค๐™ก๐™ข: ๐˜พ๐™๐™ž๐™š๐™›๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™‹๐™ง๐™–๐™ฎ๐™š๐™ง (๐Ÿญ๐Ÿต๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿฐ)

I was supposed to be walking the Camino Portuguese these past few weeks but had to reschedule my pilgrimage at the last minute to next May.

But I have really enjoyed this quiet time at home in NJ especially a few days ago when Riley and I set out for a hike on one of those golden fall mornings that seemed ideal for a spiritual reflection.

The ancient Celts had a beautiful term for such experiences and called them โ€œthin placesโ€ โ€” those rare, holy spaces where heaven and earth seem to touch and God feels especially near to us and for a moment, we are completely open to His presence.

The morning air was crisp with temps in the low 50s and as Riley and I made our way along the trail, I could hear the sound of the leaves falling to the ground as if God was saying โ€œFollow Meโ€ and just let go of those things in my backpack that I do not need to carry anymore.

Experiencing these โ€œthin placesโ€ reminds us of what an abundant gift Godโ€™s creation is to the world and how even the simplest scenes of nature can speak to our heart if we are just willing to pause and truly see.

Riley is a great teacher in this regard and doesnโ€™t rush through the moment the way I often do. She pauses, explores, and takes it all in โ€” fully present to all the sights, sounds, and scents of the world around her.

God often meets us in these sacred โ€œthin placesโ€ whether itโ€™s on a hike, on the beach, in the people and communities we interact with, or in those quiet times of prayer where perfect stillness takes hold and we recognize that His presence is real.

I am so grateful for the many โ€œthin placesโ€ Iโ€™ve experienced throughout my life and how the divine is often woven into the fabric of everyday life, especially when I have the privilege of sitting quietly with someone grieving the loss of a loved one.

In such sacred moments, heaven leans in a little closer as God whispers to my fellow bereaved: โ€œI am here. You are not alone.โ€

โ€œThin placesโ€ donโ€™t require a cathedral or a pilgrimage โ€“ they are everywhere just waiting for us to slow down, look up, and breathe in the wonder of the world God has given us.

๐—ฆ๐—ผ ๐—›๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐—”๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚?

Where are your โ€œthin placesโ€ where you feel Godโ€™s presence in your life?

When have you felt Godโ€™s nearness โ€” not in extraordinary moments, but in the beautifully ordinary ones of everyday life?

Wishing you all the gift of Godโ€™s abundant graces and all those โ€œthin placesโ€ that showcase His presence in our lives, Dr. K ๐Ÿ™โค

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