She walked around town lost and alone. She hadn’t cried at all, she told me. Then one day she joined a funeral cortège as it entered our Church. Sitting in their midst, dressed in her traditional attire, she cried buckets of tears. No funerals in Gaza, folk remain where they fall.
In this sacrosanct space, far from home, she could cry and pray for her harried homeland. ‘I feel lighter now’, she tells me. ‘Like something is put right’.
Little girl could not contain her delight as the huge Christmas tree was about to be lit up. Countless glittering lights. Hearts lifted gazing on her joyful innocence. Gradually though, it became obvious to one and all that little joyful girl was totally blind. How can this be? Folk wondered in awe.
Thing is, little joyful girl could see perfectly with the eyes of her heart and because of this, folk present began to see a little clearer too.
Last night Tony, my visiting cat, got hit hard by a speeding car. I found him at my door bleeding profusely. Today Vet Angela tells me he has two broken jaws and will be wired up for some weeks. Looks like he will make it through though, thank God.
Up to now Tony would drop by every day, enjoy his meal and leave again without delay. No time to sit and stare. Who could ever have guessed that all the while, Tony felt accepted, loved and cherished by this grateful grandmother. Safe, secure enough to come to me in his darkest hour. What a compliment!
Just some of God’s amazing gifts to my heart this stormy day.
‘If you become Christ’s you will stumble upon wonder upon wonder, and every one of them true’. (St. Brendan)
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