A Moment is a Lot

Yesterday I had a small gathering at my home, a group who usually gathers at church. We had a fire outside in the October cold where we roasted weenies and marshmallows. We were happy as little kids for a little while.

We must come as little children to enter into the kingdom. That language of the kingdom, or the "kindom," is so on my mind of late. And yesterday evening I felt a moment of that, a moment of the kingdom, that safe place of inclusion, of gathering close where we can tell our own stories, sing our our own songs, and laugh together. I finally had comfort with one who has made me uncomfortable. I heard from ones who are quiet, and discovered the power of eggs, especailly deviled eggs. We seem to be the queens of deviled eggs. So I am pleased. The most pleasing thing was the sense of answered prayer, that these friends and nearly friends, for whom I have been praying, are growing. I saw us enjoy a moment of that peace, wholeness, and healing that I pray for, a moment of "thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven." And a moment is a lot.