As we drifted away in a boat to enjoy the early morning calm of the lake, our friends gathered after breakfast to worship this past Sunday. In a circle they sat, with guitar and voice at the ready. They had gathered on the dock, over the open water, and rejoiced in the open air. We could hear their voices raised in the distance. Generally, we would join and take part in the gathering to give thanks.
In our way we did. Me in silent prayer, thanking the God of our universe for everything in his command, given to us to care for. For the safety of our children. For the healing of our family and friends.
Her in quiet reverence to the beauty we could see by the paddle of a small boat, and in the thanks she offered to God for the moments we spent together.
We are part of the circle even when we don't join the circle.
In our way we did. Me in silent prayer, thanking the God of our universe for everything in his command, given to us to care for. For the safety of our children. For the healing of our family and friends.
Her in quiet reverence to the beauty we could see by the paddle of a small boat, and in the thanks she offered to God for the moments we spent together.
We are part of the circle even when we don't join the circle.
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