This morning in church Isabelle was distracted and it was distracting me. I sat in the front pew. Bram Bailey sat behind me. Isabelle got up and sat with her dad. Then she kept tapping me on the shoulder to ask me things like: Are we going out for lunch and supper?; Friday is August 1st?; Can we make the One Direction poster when we get home?; and so on. I kept trying to focus on the service and encouraged her to listen too. During the meditative song following the sermon, I closed my eyes to help center my mind. Then she tapped me on the shoulder--again. Mommy, Kris, Kris is up, she said. I didnt understand at first what she meant. I exhaled deeply and got ready to tell her to be quiet and listen--again. Mommy, Kris is up. Look. So I looked in the direction she was pointing and saw that my friend Kris was standing at the mercy seat. (Kris stands because her arthritis makes kneeling difficult.) Go, she said. I went. And I thought she wasnt paying attention.
Posted on: Mon, 07 Jul 2014 02:12:32 +0000
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