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.
Cecil came to my 3rd grade class wound tighter than an eight-day clock. Smart as a whip, but unable to keep his overactive body in check. In his frustration, he even came after me with a chair one day.
For the two years he'd been at our school, teachers, counselor, principal, had all urged his very young mom for him to be evaluated by a doctor. With the help of our social worker, mom was finally convinced in December. Sure enough, there was a diagnosis, and available help.
In only a couple of week's time, Cecil made a complete one eighty. He was polite, thoughtful, appropriately affectionate to me, and now he was showing that he was off the charts smart. Best of all, he could tell the difference.
The rest of the school year was one success after another for Cecil. I retired from public education at the end of that school year, and have often wondered if Cecil had continued to do well.
That's when I discovered that the Lord enjoys sharing holy moments with us, Dear Reader, even in the juice aisle at Walmart. There he was, tall and handsome and smiling, along with his mom and older brother. What a blessing to see them walking together with such ease and confidence!
Dearest Reader, holy moments aren't only earth-bound. I think God loves it when we love on each, especially when we love on each other on purpose. What I sometimes overlook is that He loves to love on us, too.
Has the Lord caught you off-guard with a holy moment lately, Dear Reader?