Heavenly view...

I was just about to scold my son for staring at the ceiling when he should have been focusing his attention on what was in front of him when I glanced up. I realized then why he was so fascinated. The lights shining through the green drapes against a spider web of beams, it really was something to behold. I tried to capture the feeling but don’t think I even came close to doing it justice.

Years ago, when I was missing my mom so bad, my son asked why I was crying. I told him that I wanted to hear my mom’s voice again but I knew I couldn’t. He hugged me tight and told me it would be OK. He was right. I told him my secret then: when I am sitting in the pew, missing her, I look to the rafters and try to figure out what one she is resting on watching as we pray. Ever since, he looks to the rafters and points her out to me. Today she was reclining on the greenery. June 19th