When I got up Thursday morning, I asked the Lord for an "ordinary moment" about which to write that day. At one point, I actually thought it might occur when the state patrolman bore down on my tail on the interstate between Atlanta and Forsyth. Thankfully, he was just getting a close-up view of the car next to me as moments later his blue lights went on (and my heart slowed down a pace) when he pulled the other fellow over.
Oh, but I had my holy moments indeed.
I got me lots of sugar.
I danced to Hillsong United.
I sang old familiar hymns.
I rocked... and rocked... and rocked...
Yes, some days are just ordinary moments made holy through and through.
4 comments:
I do enjoy your posts! I just bet you are a terrific grandmother.
Kay
So sweet. I got to hold him last 2 weeks ago!
Oh, yes!
I'm so glad that you did not get pulled over. Thanks for visiting with me today via the blog
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