Monday, June 16, 2014

Small Moment

I was up at 5:30 am.  It's not even a school day.
Today was super-busy, and the rest of the week doesn't promise to be any slower with a birthday, college orientation, Bible study, and ongoing physical therapy on the calendar.
It's a week that could disappear in a flash, so I am slowing down to count gifts.
We made an impromptu visit to Asheville to visit my mother. She attends a large church with dynamic worship music which we enjoy but is often, um, lost on my 88-year-old mom!  In yesterday's service, however, the praise team sang a hymn she loved.

Over the crowd of voices, I could hear Mama singing.  Her voice is thin, a reedy version of her previously robust soprano.  
It was the loveliest of sounds.
I stood quiet to listen, swallowing down the lump in my throat.

Turn your eyes upon Jesus.
Look full in His wonderful face.
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,
in the light of His glory and grace.

Today, I reread my list of gifts so far, all 488 of them.  Apparently I appreciate food, appliances, and the view from my porch.  Those seem to be recurrent themes.
Woven around the scones and coffee are tiny sparkling gems that illuminate time and reflect the face of God.
Small moments, and I am thankful.


  1. I love that you got to share that sweet moment of hearing your mama sing that good old hymn. I still love that one.

  2. What a lovely post. My mama is no longer here - she is singing praises in glory. Oh how I would love to hear my own mama's voice singing that sweet song. This is a treasure you will never forget. May blessings abound for you. You write so beautifully!