The Celtic people of ancient Ireland had a word for places like these — where Heaven seems nearer. They called them “thin places.”
Where the veil between this world
and the next One
where lines blur between
Until you can’t tell the difference between the two.
Where two worlds crash,
no sound is heard.
May you find thin places in the most ordinary places — made extraordinary by God.
May you see Heaven, here on Earth, with your Soul-Eyes until the day your faith becomes sight.