Holy moments happen around kitchen tables when the bread is passed and the pasta is served.  They weave in and out of our lives and sometimes seem very ordinary.  A prayer prayed. A verse shared.  A song sung.  God is with us.  He lives and breathes and is among us.  Any simple moment can be holy – set apart to Him.

We sit talking about life over store bought spaghetti when she asks simple 5 year old questions about diamonds and heaven. He leans in close and says holy. This is a time set apart from the beginning of eternity.  As I have two other times before with her sisters, I tell her good news and bad news. I speak, she listens.  I ask, she answers. Then she bows her head low with understanding, she is guilty. Hope is extended, the cross proclaimed and a grace gift received for eternity. Heaven cries holy and dances with joy!

We  join the great cloud of witnesses and dance around the kitchen, too. She is a vision in pink, still wearing her tutu from ballet class. I grab her up in a twirl and the baby claps.  We dance holy.  My sweet daughter, is now my sister in Christ.

There is no greater joy. {3 John 1:4}

Truly.