And
so a daughter walked with me down the hall to the corner bed- room. Mom,
this is the chaplain from hospice. Is it OK for him to have a quick visit?
And
rather than saying no she reached out with both her arms to greet me and
invited me to sit at the bedside. I pulled up a chair. On the bedside table
were some flowers and a framed photograph of her with her second husband of
thirty years who had died just last June.
You
know, she said, life is full of
miracles. We miss so many because we can’t see them. We’re too preoccupied with
our own plans. But they’re all around us.
So
this is actually the perfect time to let go, to slow down, to go dark—if even
for a few moments—and to notice what blessing God is bringing to birth in our
own hearts and in the womb of the world......
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