
So, I am here, today, dusting things off. As I do, the old sparkle begins to shine through the window, again, and I start to feel the peace of the place without really looking for it. Sort of a tap on the shoulder, you might say. Oh, yes...now, I remember...
How good it is to think about all the wonderful things the Lord does to "bring our sparkle back," too. Memories cause a feeling of warmth or even a smile to rise up. Something refreshing about being here, I suppose. Rather like a mostly quiet coffee in the morning with someone you love that turns out being one of the best parts of your day. That little piece of identity that lingers throughout the afternoon and reminds you every once in a while who you are. Somewhere along the way it becomes a piece of the strong cloth from which you are cut. The kind that holds you in place just right, no matter where the day takes you.