A sermon, a song –
Keys opening up our hearts and raising our hands.
The swirl of an artist brush, poetry of the heart, the click of an eye capturing a moment of life’s beauty – The senses imbued with Spirit.
A Friend’s warm hand in yours, a hug when you’re most in need, a welcome smile or tearful empathy – Love felt, seen, known.
Pancakes and coffee, cookies and tea, a sit down dinner, buffet snacks –
Breaking bread together again and again.
Guidance, through paths of creativity, practicality, inspiration – Prodding and holding up,
Offered knowledge and awareness to be taken in, stepping out into action – Thought, prayer, and deed.
Laughter, lots and lots of laughter.
Our God in the midst of it all.
How can one not be grateful
When, not just Sunday –
Receiving again and again?
I offer my heart, my service, and my more than ‘a widow’s mite’.
I need to
In return for these gifts.
From Susan Ceely Philips
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