I found this old picture recently, and the timing couldn't be better.
I stumbled upon this cross made of flowers four years ago in a square in a sleepy neighborhood of Valencia. I often wandered the little, windy streets of the city during my time studying there. I never grew tired of the charm and character of that ancient city. As in most cities, there is always something new to see and places waiting to be discovered.
I didn't think much of the neighborhood that so lovingly adorned this cross with flowers. It seemed typical, quiet. A place the Valencian people used as a retreat from the constant energy of the city. I found myself walking, thinking that I should have chosen another route for my daily wandering. But then I saw it.
Seeing this cross brought tears to my eyes.
It was so beautiful.
So unexpectedly placed.
A symbol of light and beauty among the shuttered windows and graffiti. Much how God seems to be in our world. He is everywhere, even in the places we least think we will find him. And that revelation meant the world to me. It fulfilled me in so many ways that I can't even begin to explain. It brought me a simple answer to a question I had been thinking as I roamed the tiny side streets.
It brought me peace.
Over the years, I have come to truly believe that God sends you what you need, when you need it. No matter how much you think you know better or wish for a different outcome. I had been searching for months for answers to questions on faith. Struggling to understand what God had planned for my life. Studying in Spain turned out to be a spiritual journey for me in many ways. This moment was one of dozens that helped me grow closer to my God.
This Easter weekend, whether you are Christian, Muslim, Jewish, Buddhist, Atheist etc., I hope that you are full of peace and love.