Five stories of hope over the past week…
- We planted our Easter Flowers, collected just a week ago, at Interfaith Housing Alliance, a local homeless shelter. The director proudly showed Angela where the flowers from last year’s planting were coming up.
- Harry died at 90. His last Christmas toy/ present to his two sons? Drones.
- In preparing for Minwah’s funeral, a loving wife and mother of two adult sons, her younger son chuckled at the memory at debating with his mother what they would listen to on the way to school – a local FM music channel or “Hooked on Phonics.”
- Doing work in a hotel, hearing the cleaner enter the room next year, and talk online to a toddler grandchild while he cleaned the room. I could not understand a word they said but the joyous tone said it all.
- Officiating at our oldest son’s wedding. Seeing a few days later, his wife honored by a local hospital as Julie BLAIR.
All of it Holy.
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Somehow that holiness and hopefulness connect.
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Maybe this is how. Maybe we can learn learn to see it is all as holy. Even in the broken places, where we travel often, there is always a preciousness hidden somewhere. In the husbands tears. In the family’s connection. In the toddler’s laughter. In the son’s pride. In memory.
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Holy, holy, holy.
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And hope restored, at least in part, at least for today.
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