Sunday adventures into places few people venture, like the hidden lake I discovered on a long bike ride, are essential to refreshment of mind, body and soul.
I find God in business (busy-ness), yes—in the work of my purpose. I find Him in people, in human connection. But I am most aware of God's presence out here, in the chilling rush of wind sweeping off a half-frozen wetland; in the rich, marshy scent rising from the thawing remnant of last summer's growth; and in the silence under still-slumbering trees, keeping watch over long, winding paths.
This is not where the presence of God is necessarily most profound to me—but it's in places like this, in the restful embrace of such simple serenity, that all other profundities catch up.