I remember, years ago, writing a reflection on the story from the Bible of Moses and the burning bush. Do you remember the story?
Moses is out tending sheep.
Doing his job.
Doing what he was supposed to be doing.
Day in and day out.
When one day, out of the corner of his eye, he catches sight of a bush which appeared to be on fire, but not consumed by the flames. He stops long enough to look (forgetting, for at least that moment, the sheep?). And, in that turning aside, encounters God.

I wonder…
Is that how it happens?
In that unplanned moment or that unexpected interruption
When out of the corner of our eye we catch a glimpse
And turn our head and refocus our attention
That the Holy has a chance to brush up against our life?