I hadn't known her very long, but she listened to my heart. The holy moment was thoughtful and came at just the right time.
Recently, Tom and I went to a wedding for one of our absolutely favorite families. No matter what the event, three generations of women make everyone feel welcome and show them a great time!
Our younger family friend was getting married. The wedding was tender and sweet, but it was what happened afterwards that became a holy moment.
Do you have favorite ways of paying it forward, Dear Reader? I've been hearing about this one for a long time, and finally took the plunge.
We met to chat about the new book study for our small group, The Biggest Lie in the History of Christianity. That was our goal anyway.
The group leader I have come to respect and seek for godly counsel admitted that she hadn't read the entire book. And then Jesus sat down with us.
The last two years before I retired last spring, I was outrageously blessed to work with two godly women. Our backgrounds were very different, and sometimes so were our viewpoints.
Still, we manage to share with each other about a wide range of topics over lunch each day. Who knew a casual conversation could blossom into a holy moment?
Our study group was small, only a handful of women. But it was enough.
More than once the group leader had lamented that more women hadn't joined us. For me it was the perfect fit.
Honestly, Dear Reader, I don't live at Walmart! You've got to admit, if you're into people watching it's a great venue. It's also a treasure trove of holy moments!
Tom and I were only going to dart in after church for a few groceries. We both had projects waiting at home, so we split up to finish faster.
I was just along for the ride. Tom and I were running errands later on so I went with him. Since we're from the same neck of the woods as Tom's barber, and having gone to the same church, she was always good to catch us up on all the latest happenings.
Tom loves going to the barber, even though it's a 50-mile round-trip. He doesn't complain about me going to the nail salon, and I don't about his monthly trips to the barber shop.
I stood there looking at the trash can on the curb, shaking my head. Were they illiterate, or what?
With temps over a hundred degrees, just lugging the large container up the driveway to the house was a chore. Head still shaking, I kept wondering how my deliberate holy moment went wrong.
What was I thinking? Granddaughters in tow. The first day of "tax-free" school shopping. Peak shopping hours.
It really did seem like a good plan to shop for the church school supply drive. Except for one little detail...
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