My daughter received her first penance this weekend. It was unbelievably sweet.
I could see her from a distance... far up in the corner of the church. Her feet were dangling and her arms were folded and she looked totally engaged in her conversation with Father V. For his part, Father V. was leaning forward, listening intently. He was making comments (or asking questions) to which my daughter responded. After watching this for a minute, my eyes teared up and I had to look away. Radiant, radiant.
Father V. made the sign of the cross, and sent my daughter over to the tabernacle. Maggie and I met her there, knelt down beside her, and prayed together.
Rarely... too rarely... I can feel God in my life. This was one of those times.
Love to all. Even you, the woman who blames me nonetheless.
3 comments:
What a powerfully holy moment. I'm so glad you got the experience. I'm also struck by how tuned into the beauty and the holy that happens around you. Thanks for pointing it out to us.
That moment your describing is why I agree to teach 2nd grade CCD. It is so much more time and commitment, etc. etc. - but I always tell them I can get by if I can do 2nd grade.
Because of that moment. And they bow their little heads. And they are so sincere. And so perfect. And just...
yeah, totally get the God vibe in that moment.
"you're" describing, dang
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