In Celtic spirituality, thin places are places where heaven and earth are close. These are the places where God’s love breaks through so completely that we know we are loved.
Thin places used to be an actual location to me. A sun dappled spot in the forest, the beach at sunset, or the place just in front of our Lord in Adoration. But lately, thin places have been breaking through not in special places, but at special times.
I’ll be minding my own business when my attention is suddenly drawn elsewhere and the thin place appears. I notice a father kiss his sick baby and whisper all shall be well. I witness a friend selflessly loving her family in their time of need. I watch as a sweet elderly husband and wife hold hands as they slowly come forward to receive Jesus at Mass.
It’s possible God has been missing me lately, and knew I needed the reminder that thin places exist everywhere, not just where I am looking for them.
Every year, I try to come up with a new prayer resolution. Something that will draw me closer to God one small step at a time.
This year, I’m going back to basics, determined to notice and give thanks for the beauty that comes from seeing God’s love flow out of others. This will be my year of noticing thin places and remembering it’s not where you are in life, it’s how you love.