Here is some of the holy (I observed this) week:
We didn't attend our church last Sunday. But a donkey did. So many things I could say about that but I'm just going to leave that right there.
The shed is not a mess anymore. It is tidy inside and out now. Rotten wood is gone, paint is fresh. You could say the shed had a Lenten experience.
There is music everywhere. Pianos, guitars, flutes, ukuleles, violins; from city balconies, empty churches, driveways, cathedrals, dining room tables, playrooms, porches, homes - even ours; trained voices and shaky amateurs, singing courageously in the dark. Soul music, all.
Family gardens popped up - flowers in Raleigh; vegetables in Macon; transplanted trees in Wilmington. The world has stopped but it is not idle. Things are still growing - in spite of the state of the world.
There are sermons all over the place! Great ones - all the more poignant for such a time as this. God's word is going out into the void and echoing across the world. Just like it said it would.
Traffic is quieter. Birds are louder.
Dear faces appeared on my screen this week - some I've seen recently, some not for years and years and years. Each one a beautiful treasure. Tears, laughter, memories, hope and joy... right there on the computer. What a wonder.
So much is scary, so much is precious, so much is holy. Just look. Selah.
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