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.
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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.
The boys and I were back on track rebuilding the wall around our hometown. That didn't mean we didn't keep our guard up against the local bullies.
We were coming into the home stretch, the wall almost finished and the gates ready to be hung. The word was out in a minute that our work was nearly done. (It's amazing how fast the down-low travels in a place with no cell towels.)
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.
If it's not one thing, it's another! We were finally making progress again on the wall. Meanwhile, we still had to stay on our guard from Sanballat and his "associates", as they liked to call themselves.
Now there's grumbling about corruption in the house. Who had time to make a buck off his brother? You can't be serious!
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.
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