Late this afternoon after the conference, I took a favourite coastal route. The light was rapidly failing, but there across the water, illumination struck. When I was a child, we always took such rays as a sign that God was in heaven. I wouldn't put it that way now, but even so, I felt touched by grace as my feet found their way homeward.
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So graceful, indeed, Juliet. Thank you.
Oh I love this Juliette, because it brings to mind an experience i had in Europe, of light across water. I haven't time to write of it now but I will. I always look forward to your posts.
When I was a child I would get off the school bus at the end of the day and walk the rest of the way and I loved it when I saw rays of sunlight shining down on our house, I used to see the rays as grace shining down on my home, my refuge. It stills feels special to me when I see rays shining down like this.
What a lovely story; thank you Marilyn.
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