Where I find God?

When life began to soften my edges, opening me up to the possibility that there may be something greater than myself making life happen, things began to shift + change. I noticed the question, “where I find God” was coming up less and less because the truth of the matter was that I was beginning to find God everywhere. I grew up Catholic, going to church three Sunday’s a month and spent the fourth Sunday camping in the woods. A family of seven plus our two dogs would pack up in a baby blue VW bus attached to a fire engine red trailer chock full of food, supplies and water in tow.