How Do I see God.
Before I even get out my tent to start my day, I can hear God already at work. The slight rain falling on the rusty tin shack that led me softly to bed has now awaken me. As I’m about to get out of my tent I hear a few muddy steps outside that are followed by the sound of wooden door closing. Curiosity getting the best of me, I follow those muddy steps into another shack. This shack however is way more fascinating than my sleeping corridors. There are no snoring companions or restlessness that can be heard by the shifting of weight on an air mattress. See these sounds and sights of this handmade shack are simply beautiful. Entering this mysterious place, I first see an older woman. This woman has a face of determination, joy and perseverance. Her hands are tan and weathered from the many years of hand-washing cloths and making tortillas. Actually, she is just finishing flattening out many tortillas for her family of 9. The acoustic of making tortillas has a very distinct sound. It’s like clapping hands back forth; not to hard but not to soft. Then the mountain woman takes those weathered hands and places the food for the day on an flat round skillet that is warmed by a fire. I noticed that the fire wasn’t like a wide magnificent flame you might see in bonfires. No, it was gentle just like how the woman made the tortillas. See everything here has an art to it. While still nestled up in my tent, the long, black haired woman must have started the fire hours before I awoke from my slumber. The ambers, gently flickering with bright red vibrant colors, are burrowed under the black flat iron skillet doing what it has been longing to do for many years. The smoke is building up in the room and seems like there is no way for it all to escape. Almost to the point of crying and choking from the all the smoke, I walk outside. After a few steps beyond the handmade creation, I see the smoke has finally made its way out. A slight breeze carries the smoke through the cracks of the wood and ascends into the partly cloudy sky. I take a big breath through my nostrils smelling the aroma in the air. My olfactory glands are going on sensory overload. I can smell the smoky corn tortilla cooking, the rain, and the vegetation that surrounds me. After taking that breath, I open my eyes and thank God for what a wonderful morning. My day hasn’t even begun yet, but I have seen His hand at work. How do you see GOD?
