Oh, Becky, how beautifully you transported me back to Wednesday mornings at St. Andrew's with Miss Teel! Yes, yes, yes, we could feel the Presence in that place and in those moments and Fr. Moreland's hands on our heads for the birthday blessing. The draping of the cross with purple during Lent, the candles, even the fidgets of us littles gave us eyes open wide and hearts open wider to the Love that we knew, KNEW, reached out to us, wherever we would go.
A wondrous sermon in itself. I needed that. Thank you. Been lost in London with my wife many times and actually had fun! But we were lost in the Paris underground once; that was NOT fun.
Oh, Becky, how beautifully you transported me back to Wednesday mornings at St. Andrew's with Miss Teel! Yes, yes, yes, we could feel the Presence in that place and in those moments and Fr. Moreland's hands on our heads for the birthday blessing. The draping of the cross with purple during Lent, the candles, even the fidgets of us littles gave us eyes open wide and hearts open wider to the Love that we knew, KNEW, reached out to us, wherever we would go.
A wondrous sermon in itself. I needed that. Thank you. Been lost in London with my wife many times and actually had fun! But we were lost in the Paris underground once; that was NOT fun.
Trying not to “look lost,” even when you are. Love this so much. The whole essay sparks great joy. And wonder.
Nothing quite as adrenaline-y as being lost in Marrakech! Lord, it was fun!