Welcome to The Wildroot Parables weekly discussions! This is where we can come together as a community and have real talk with one another: open, honest, gracious, and curious.
This is YOUR space to discuss with each other, not just engage with me! Because of this, SAFE SHARING is my highest priority. If you are not engaging safely and with grace with others, you will have to leave. Period.
Thank you for entering this space with care!
Tell us the story—as brief or as long as you like—of one time you saw God’s face. Alternatively, if you don’t believe in God, you could tell us the story of a time when you felt connected to someone or something in a way you can’t explain.
The day my mom died, we got back to my parent’s house and there was a fox, curled up napping in “Michael’s Garden” (the garden my mom had planted in my baby brother’s memory). I just knew it was God, saying, “Here is a picture of my peace, your mom is with Michael again. You’re going to be okay.” The following weekend, the weekend of her funeral, their house had a swarm of monarch butterflies fluttering around for a long time. Butterflies had become a family symbol in memory of Michael. Now, every time I see a fox or a monarch, I see God’s face-helping me feel my mom near. Because He’s good and kind like that. 💛
The day my mom died, we got back to my parent’s house and there was a fox, curled up napping in “Michael’s Garden” (the garden my mom had planted in my baby brother’s memory). I just knew it was God, saying, “Here is a picture of my peace, your mom is with Michael again. You’re going to be okay.” The following weekend, the weekend of her funeral, their house had a swarm of monarch butterflies fluttering around for a long time. Butterflies had become a family symbol in memory of Michael. Now, every time I see a fox or a monarch, I see God’s face-helping me feel my mom near. Because He’s good and kind like that. 💛