Thursday, February 28, 2013

The Unexpected Holy

Sometimes the holy catches us unaware, makes the common sacred, gives us joy for mourning.

Fresh snow fell during the night, leaving a soft layer of white on the valley floor. We piled into the car and drove to an old red brick chapel where the sun glinted off newly-shoveled walks and a bluebird sky arced over a pointed steeple.

My dearest friend, Kara, and her husband, Dave, were blessing their baby boy, Caleb.

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We filed into the last row, just in time to sing the opening hymn. Minutes later we bowed our heads and listened to Caleb’s father give him a name, call down blessings from a watchful heaven.
Dave spoke thoughtfully, tenderly, about Caleb’s short life – how he has already absorbed an intense amount of emotion. Grief, sorrow, loss, but also joy.

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More at Segullah today - about those moments when we are surprised by the holy.
But more pictures here... because I couldn't resist. 

They are so beautiful. My sweet Kara and her baby boy.

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  1. I LOVE these pictures! They enhance the Segullah post. But you HAVE to read that post to know their depth and beauty! Thanks for sharing. I love Kara! She is a truly noble and great woman!

  2. I love these pictures and your beautiful post at Segullah. You inspire me regularly. Oh how I love both you and Kara. I am so sorry for her loss and, at the same time, so inspired by her faith. Love you!
    Jen Jacob

  3. This was just so beautiful. Thank you for sharing her story. I am so sorry for her loss. I am so grateful for her faith. xoxo


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