The other day, I bought a rhinestone cross to hang on my car’s review mirror. Yes, I’m tacky like that. Love me some rhinestones.
Anyway, I figured it would be gorgeous in the day time when the sunlight hit the stones.
I haven’t really noticed it much driving to and from work.
Last night on my way back from a trip to visit my grandmother, I saw the cross light up like I’ve never seen it in the daytime.
It was due to the headlights of the car behind me.
But it was gorgeous!
It reminded me that even though Jesus is with us always (Matt 28:20), His presence really shines in the darkness.
I’ve been going back and forth in my mind. Wondering whether or not to share this post.
The reason is today I experienced something so raw that to share would be to cheapen the event. However, I truly believe vulnerable moments are the most powerful.
So I’ll share with the purest of intents.
I went to Bible Study today and heard someone in our Church had died. I didn’t know the person. Though the event was tragic, it didn’t affect me as deeply as it would if I could put a face to the name.
What broke my heart. What still sends pangs of pain in my soul was the way it affected my Bible Study teacher. She is a devout and faithful woman of God. A sincere soul who I admire with every part of my being.
There she was. The sweet matriarch of our Church and our Bible Study. Always there with a kind word, helpful hand, and open heart to anyone in need.