I'd been waiting for nearly four months for the appointment. I thought of it as a necessary nuisance, but I still didn't want to miss it.
And then God chose to laugh at the meteorologists. What month was it anyway?
And then God chose to laugh at the meteorologists. What month was it anyway?
In our portion of the very large Midwest, our snow usually doesn't begin until December, being the hardest in January and February.
The appointment was only a few miles from our house, but the forecast was calling for ice then snow. That can be pretty treacherous.
I watched the early morning weather report, dug out my snow boots, and prepared to leave in plenty of time. So far, so good until just before I headed out the door.
A last glance out the window after putting on the winter coat and there it was: snowing like crazy. Too late to cancel. Drat and double drat!
As soon as I opened the car door, I laughed and knew I'd be fine. Despite heading for the office before 6:30 that morning, Tom made sure the ice scraper was in the front seat of the car, in easy reach.
The appointment was only a few miles from our house, but the forecast was calling for ice then snow. That can be pretty treacherous.
I watched the early morning weather report, dug out my snow boots, and prepared to leave in plenty of time. So far, so good until just before I headed out the door.
A last glance out the window after putting on the winter coat and there it was: snowing like crazy. Too late to cancel. Drat and double drat!
As soon as I opened the car door, I laughed and knew I'd be fine. Despite heading for the office before 6:30 that morning, Tom made sure the ice scraper was in the front seat of the car, in easy reach.
That may not sound like a big deal, Dear Reader, but the whole back of my KIA was stuffed with yet another downsizing load for Goodwill. I'd never have been able to find or reach the scraper on my own.
Turns out, I didn't need the scraper after all. That didn't matter. Tom had shared a holy moment with me. It was a moment that reminded me that the Lord cares and longs to help us with even the smallest things in our lives.
Dear Reader, have you had a tangible reminder lately of how our infinite God takes interest in the infinitesimal details that make up our days? Maybe that's what holy moments are all about, a deliberate effort to remind each other that God is near and wants to be engaged in whatever touches us.
Turns out, I didn't need the scraper after all. That didn't matter. Tom had shared a holy moment with me. It was a moment that reminded me that the Lord cares and longs to help us with even the smallest things in our lives.
Dear Reader, have you had a tangible reminder lately of how our infinite God takes interest in the infinitesimal details that make up our days? Maybe that's what holy moments are all about, a deliberate effort to remind each other that God is near and wants to be engaged in whatever touches us.
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