Burning Bushes

There are moments in life when the ordinary suddenly becomes extraordinary. Moses had one of those moments. He was in the wilderness, doing the same thing he did every day—watching sheep—when he saw it. A bush, ablaze with fire, yet not consumed. He could have walked by, dismissed it as nothing special. But he didn’t. He stopped. He looked closer. And that’s when everything changed. God was waiting in the flames.

I wonder how many of us walk past our own burning bushes—those moments where God is present, waiting for us to notice. We rush through our days, focused on to-do lists, looking for grand, unmistakable signs from God. But what if He’s already here, hidden in the ordinary moments we often overlook?

The true miracle wasn’t just the burning bush—it was Moses’ ability to pay attention. In a world full of distractions, Moses paused long enough to see something extraordinary. The bush had always been burning. God had always been there. Moses just needed to notice.

How often do we miss God’s quiet invitations in the middle of our routines? We expect Him to show up in bold, dramatic ways, but what if He’s already at work in the small, quiet moments? The truth is, we don’t need burning bushes to know God is with us. We need the eyes to see Him in the everyday.

I think of the moments I’ve rushed through without a second thought—a friend’s unexpected visit, a child’s laughter, the quiet stillness of a morning. These are the burning bushes. These are the holy moments where God is already present, inviting us to stop, to see, and to realize we’ve been standing on sacred ground all along.

“Earth’s crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes…”Elizabeth Barrett Browning

God is here, woven into every moment—the joyful, the mundane, even the painful. He’s there in the silence, in the interruptions, in the people we meet.

When was the last time you stopped to take off your shoes? To see the burning bushes in your life? The bush has always been burning. The ground has always been holy. The question is, are we paying attention?

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