the not so sacred sacred moments
Originally published at Perches in the Soul. You can comment here or there.
Why does the sacred have to be confined to places of worship? I recently realized my most sacred moments in life rarely happen in church. For example recently…
Holding the hand of a child as they fall asleep.
Watching my grandparents celebrate 50 years surrounded by their children and grandchildren. Listening to their stories and remembering the miracles of the past 50 years.
Singing and laughing tucked back in a grove of trees with the same folks as the sun sets.
For the first time, diagnosing a child (a 9 mon old) with cancer and hoping and grieving with her mother.
Waking up and finding this in my garden. I didn’t plant this. I have been so busy, I haven’t had time to weed….
Sitting on a stoop in hot, humid, sultry SC with old friends from the other side of the world. Laughing, talking and just simply enjoying the company of people interested in living beyond the America bubble.
Holding my very first well child check patient and watching her eat her first birthday cake. (no HIPPA in Romania mission clinic)
That’s whats up in my life. That and lot of studying for the surgery shelf (not really so sacred).