Last night I saw where the moon was. I didn't actually see the moon, although it was pretty bright and shiny. There were clouds between me and the moon, so I couldn't see the moon itself; however, there was a kind of misty shiny spot against the dark of the sky, too big to be a star or an airplane. It was the moon - I just couldn't see it clearly.
I find that when I want to "practice the presence of God" I hope that I will see Him as clearly as I see a full moon on a cloudless night, but that's seldom the way it goes. Most of the time it just seems that I'm vaguely aware of Him like a kind of misty shiny spot against the dark, like last night. Maybe too many "clouds" are in the way - whatever that means - for me to see Him clearly. But last night's sighting hinted that I probably don't have to have a High Definition experience of His presence in order to know that He's there - and that even though much of the time I probably won't see Him in HD I might still be able to see where He is.
And in those times when I can't see Him at all, no matter how hard I try, I find myself holding on to the cross, to the Word, to the Sacraments. That's where I know He always is.
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