maybe I'll find God

I left Portland, Oregon early on Friday after finding out I wouldn’t have to be back to work until the next Wednesday. I was headed to Montana and then to Yellowstone and then through the Tetons and back home. 

I didn’t go with much of an agenda. I told myself maybe I’d find God or could reset some unhealthy patterns in life.

I’m not sure if either really happened. 

Or maybe both really happened. 

Sure, God can be found anywhere so I need not overspiritualize. 

But I think what I was really looking for was space. Margin. Room.

And I found that.

I think God is in that.

He’s in the margins. He’s in space. 

And so maybe I found Him after all.