Life is like a silver strand, strung with holy moments. When I’m too distracted by the world’s fluorescent glare, I miss their soft iridescence, God slipping sweet pearls into my day, whispering His nearness.
On Fridays I post at All the Church Ladies. Off and on throughout the week I pray and think about women I’ve known who’ve influenced my faith, and I select one to write about. This week for some reason I made it all the way to Thursday evening and I still hadn’t decided what I wanted to write. Around 8:30 or so I sat down to my computer and prayed again. Who, Lord? One memory rose to mind. The last conversation I ever had with my father’s mother. My Mimi.
I opened a composition box and began typing, sweet memories rising to the surface. It wasn’t until I’d almost finished that I realized the significance of the post’s date. I typed the words and then sat in silent awe for a few moments. It may seem a small thing to many, but it was a shimmering pearl on my strand. A holy moment.
It’s good to remember, because in remembering, we know we are known. I hope you’ll join me today in a sweet and tender memory.